American Girl in Italy

How does the blue mold get in Gorgonzola? Have you ever heard the rocks at Castiglioncello sing and why do writers always seek solace in Italy? Time for me to find the answers to these and see, if in doing so, I also find my home.

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Location: Rome, RM, Italy

i am actually the lost royal heir to the small kingdom of Birundi...having been secreted away by my wet nurse when mean overlords arrived turning our little known, yet terribly chic fiefdom into a nasty republic. now my people sit glued with their eyes glazed.....dreaming of distant IRA's and stock options, having long forgotten the taste of sweet green olive oil and the scent of rosemary.

23 May 2007

Not Until September

first days feel strangely out of body, if you can imagine. this i she
first time in my life that i haven't walked out one door with another
one immediately open (as in sustainable affordable income already
waiting for me). that means i am in this unknown zone and that has me
waking with 3 am panics so far that aren't very comfortable but
hopefully the catalyst i need to build up something. Have spoke to
two recent other university staffers and they are both saying, are you
looking now? (one needs someone, the other has inside contacts). a
piece of me...the job security seeking drone wants to say yes, but the
writer in me piped up last night and said...not at the moment,
talk to me again in September.....

felt good and scary.

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