Don't Know What I Was Looking For When I Went Home
Well I got in Italy sometime on Saturday night. My flights got all messed up, (as always), so I didn't get here until a few hours later than expected. But hey, at least I got here, and didn't lose any of my luggage this time. It's like 6 in the morning right now.....jet lag sucks. It's weird being home.....I feel like I'm invading someone privacy or something by being here. The whole "stranger in my own home" thing...I assume with college students in my situation it's very common.
Went to church today. That was a trip, let me tell you. I got to drive though....my mom's not allowed to drive since she just had her surgery. So that was hot. It's going to take me a while to get used to the crazy Italian driving instead of the 25 mph speed limit in BV.
I haven't seen a lot of people yet, haven't had a chance to really go anywhere. But I'm already sick of hearing the whole "Are you happy to be back?! Where did you go again??" thing. It kind of annoys me how people expect me to be exactly who I was when I left for college. They think I haven't changed. But that is SO not the case. I don't know, I think my parents are still holding on to the thread of an idea that somewhere inside, I AM the molly mormon daughter they've always wanted. On the outside, they know I'm not, they've known for a while. But somewhere inside, I know they are still hanging on to that hope that someday I will be. But I think they have two other kids who will fufill that need just fine for them in a few years.
I made my own dinner today, I about had a heart attack, (it was at like 1230 at night....but it was dinner to me, so give me a break!) Funny how just the small act of making my own dinner is off the wall to me. As is having my own room. It's a mess too....my parents apparently used it as a storage space while I was gone. It's going to take me like a week to clean it and take everything out, I swear. But I don't get my stuff until May 19th....so I have a while, I guess.
I had forgotten a lot of things about Europe. Like they never use ice in drinks, unless you ask for it. And you can't just ask for water, you have to have a preference- -still, or bubbly, (still is normal water, bubbly is carbonated water called frizzante...nasty stuff.) You have to be a rude and obnoxious driver to get anywhere you want to go. You can't just be patient and nice and wait for people to go by and give them the right of way. You'll never get five miles away from your house. Oh, and some German people are amazing at making you feeling like you are two inches tall. It makes you want to hate anyone you meet from that country......but I've met a lot of cool Germans....so mainly it just annoys me how they can make me feel two inches tall. But come to think of it....I know a few AMERICANS who are wonderful at that, too. I blew out my blowdryer trying to dry my hair. This is what I get for using a transformer. They suck. Foriegn plugs and adapters suck. Too much extra stuff. But hey, I've only been here like two days and the list is already long.
Well, I suppose I should attempt to get some sleep tonight....or this morning. Oh, and proof that I've changed an extreme amount since I left Italy? I used to cringe everytime I heard Simple Plan or anything of the sort.....and I've been listening to the same Spill Canvas song for the last hour.
Went to church today. That was a trip, let me tell you. I got to drive though....my mom's not allowed to drive since she just had her surgery. So that was hot. It's going to take me a while to get used to the crazy Italian driving instead of the 25 mph speed limit in BV.
I haven't seen a lot of people yet, haven't had a chance to really go anywhere. But I'm already sick of hearing the whole "Are you happy to be back?! Where did you go again??" thing. It kind of annoys me how people expect me to be exactly who I was when I left for college. They think I haven't changed. But that is SO not the case. I don't know, I think my parents are still holding on to the thread of an idea that somewhere inside, I AM the molly mormon daughter they've always wanted. On the outside, they know I'm not, they've known for a while. But somewhere inside, I know they are still hanging on to that hope that someday I will be. But I think they have two other kids who will fufill that need just fine for them in a few years.
I made my own dinner today, I about had a heart attack, (it was at like 1230 at night....but it was dinner to me, so give me a break!) Funny how just the small act of making my own dinner is off the wall to me. As is having my own room. It's a mess too....my parents apparently used it as a storage space while I was gone. It's going to take me like a week to clean it and take everything out, I swear. But I don't get my stuff until May 19th....so I have a while, I guess.
I had forgotten a lot of things about Europe. Like they never use ice in drinks, unless you ask for it. And you can't just ask for water, you have to have a preference- -still, or bubbly, (still is normal water, bubbly is carbonated water called frizzante...nasty stuff.) You have to be a rude and obnoxious driver to get anywhere you want to go. You can't just be patient and nice and wait for people to go by and give them the right of way. You'll never get five miles away from your house. Oh, and some German people are amazing at making you feeling like you are two inches tall. It makes you want to hate anyone you meet from that country......but I've met a lot of cool Germans....so mainly it just annoys me how they can make me feel two inches tall. But come to think of it....I know a few AMERICANS who are wonderful at that, too. I blew out my blowdryer trying to dry my hair. This is what I get for using a transformer. They suck. Foriegn plugs and adapters suck. Too much extra stuff. But hey, I've only been here like two days and the list is already long.
Well, I suppose I should attempt to get some sleep tonight....or this morning. Oh, and proof that I've changed an extreme amount since I left Italy? I used to cringe everytime I heard Simple Plan or anything of the sort.....and I've been listening to the same Spill Canvas song for the last hour.
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