Arriving in Italy

An inappropriate amount of time slipped by between my last post and now. I ended my internship, spent 10 days at home, and arrived in Italy since then. After my last post I took a blogging break because I worried I'd lost touch with normality when I wasn't interacting with people often due to my awkward work hours. My computer was also attacked by viruses and wouldn't let me do much of anything on it, and then I went home to the beach where I was barely able to pack for Italy in between all the time I spent thinking about how I really needed to pack.

I'll come back to the past few weeks later and dwell on the past few hours of arrival into Italy. I haven't slept for 24 hours. I arrived at my new home for the next four months a few hours ago and have had two cumbersome interactions in Italian with my host's Romanian friend, first about our backgrounds and then about where my purse had been moved. As anyone who knows me well could say, I sometimes lumber through English slowly and awkwardly, so you can imagine how translating my English thoughts goes. More slowly and more awkwardly. I haven't tried to speak in Italian since my last Italian oral exam in the spring, so hopefully practice will oil my communication skills.

Now I'll nap and look forward to lunch in an hour and a half. My impressions about anything else haven't really formed due to fatigue.