la vita e diverso!

I have so many thoughts I constantly want to write down, but have adopted a bad habit of not doing so.

At the moment, I am in Rome. So different from the little simulated white picket fence-equivalent town of Seregno. So much more diverse. So much more to see... so much more to hear... so much more life. Although life indeed can be a little scary. Same goes for Roma. I much prefer it here. Sergio is a good guy and my mom is happy. I'm free to do as I please without the nit picking and nagging that Gloria insists on inflicting upon everyone she crosses paths with. Of course, it's a little bit awkward staying in a house with a man, but that's something I am slowly getting over.

The people here... are extremely petulant! Take me. Take my personality, my disposition... and then take it to the extreme. And that is your average Italian. Pushy. Impatient. Disorderly. Slightly irrational, argumentative, and loud. Passionate to the point of hilarity. Yet it's somewhat charming.... SOMEWHAT. Of course I love it and of course it's my background. I just appreciate my personal space and the distant demeanor of Americans is all. Italians are a little too in-your-face. But... it's something I will need to get used to. My mom, Nonna, and Pappa all intend to move over here to Rome within months. Yeah, we'll see how that all goes...

On a somewhat similar note, every single person in my family will kill themselves. We will not die by chance. We will kill ourselves... it won't be suicide or completely intentional, but I'm pretty sure we'll all be responsible for our own deaths. Disturbing thought, but our over-the-top stubbornness and self-absorption doesn't do us any good. My Nonna had a heart attack Sunday. (Wow, mosquitos are annoying.) She's okay, but who knows for how long. She travels more than even I as a twenty year old could take. It's not good.

Well, I continue to have mixed emotions about life. It pisses me off on a whole, but knowing that I have someone whom I (though corny, but true) love everyday more than the last is comforting.

I'm not a superstitious person usually, but I hope my Fountain di Trevi wish comes true.