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Another midday thunderstorm
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The thunder crash was like a nuclear blast, shaking me out of my sleep.
A little kid watching a scary movie, I clenched closed my eyelids, longing to return to
sweet slumber. Last night was like a Mastercard commercial; Vino Biancho: 1.60 E,
Birra: 2 E, Pizzetta Margherita: 2.10 E, One week in Cagli: Priceless |
We did nothing all day, watched the rain fall, told stories of our lives,
journaled, laughed. It felt almost as if we were back at Loyola. And tonight we will do it
all over again, only this time for my birthday. I could not have asked for anything more perfect.
Each day that goes by I hear the tune:
"And I wonder, if everything could ever feel
this real forever, if anything could ever be this good again?" |
Shower?
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They say that after you turn 21 there are no more exciting birthdays. Whether 21
or not, I don't think any other year will touch my experiences here. But, perhaps I am jumping
ahead too much. After all, it isn't even my birthday yet. But isn't that what being a kid is all
about?
"Youth's the most unfaithful mistress, still we forge ahead to miss her, rushing
our moment to shine." |
Birthday Girls
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I can only wonder how my mom feels. Tomorrow her baby girl will be 21.
Something I didn't even imagine would happen. My life is changing so fast, I feel like
I'm on fast forward, and I picture her anxiously struggling with the remote (as she often does)
wishing she could keep it on pause:
"Where are you growing my little one, little one
Where are you growing, baby of mine?
Turn around and you're two,
Turn around and you're four,
Turn around and you're a young girl
Walking out the door." |
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But sitting here in my cozy Italian apartment, though there may be a hose for a shower,
a leaking refrigerater, plug in hot water and paper thin walls,
"I know that I am, I am, I am the luckiest." |