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An Italian-American citizen who is not very much of either but lives in Rome, anyway, and is not really sure where she's going next or if she's going at all.

Thursday, September 21, 2006

This Craziness

Right now, a million things are happening, and another million are getting ready to happen... every second, on and on.

Mr. Smith came into NYC this past weekend, Hemingway is probably coming down next weekend, and I have a trip to Albany to plan before departure day. I have an angel halo and wings to buy (my sister is dressing as a devilette, and yes, we are checking in, going through customs AND boarding the plane in full costume) --- I have a final going away party to plan; at work, I am the only full time administrator left (two quit since i've been here) and now I am running around, papers flying about, desk to desk, trying to be all three of the admin positions and hang onto my sanity by the end of the day.

What helps?

These weekend visits from my friends. Talking about the Big Move with my sister. Dinners with my mumsy. Listening to my Dad play Dylan at night and i'm trying to fall asleep at 10:30PM. Wine and Hendrix on the upper east side with my cousin Evan. The Verazzano bridge. The Staten Island ferry. The New York Public Library. My philosophical after-work discussions with the Spaniard. The friendly Hello, Good Morning or How are you? Good Afternoon! from the express bus drivers on a day when you know you are going to be late to work or an extra hour in getting home at the end of a long long day. When my brother comes home and wakes me up to give me a hug and kiss hello then drags me out of bed so we can drive around the block five times in his car, which he fixed up himself.

I love it all, I do, the craziness of it-- and it's not so awful being home I guess-- it's just that the world calls, and I go... it's time, ya know?

It's like God wills it. My italian passport is being processed (when I thought it wasn't going to be ready until at LEAST next year)-- and i'll have it in my hand, all fresh and blank and neat and ready to defile with stamps from around the globe---- by next Friday. One week.

Where to first?

Hint #1: My plane arrives on Nov 1 in the morning in Amsterdam-Schiphol airport. But that means nothing. No more hints for now.

I think i'll post pictures soon. I've been doing much.