I still love my Nini /tanto bene/.. haha :)

And my beautiful Zia Edelweis; I'm jealous of her! She stays so pretty and never seems to change no matter how many years go by.

Today I felt odd as four of the Inzillo women sat down together to talk... Ada is a bit stuck-up though, but so is my Nonna. Maybe it was the age. Mariolone... meh meh. They're a bit cold, but I didn't spend as much time with them as I did everyone else.

Nini made the best fried calamari I've ever tasted today! It changed my mood IMMEDIATELY.

It's so hard not to take things in life for granted, but when I think about how much I do it scares me so much.

We looked at soooo many pictures. Aunt Diana and Uncle Salvi were adorable as little kids haha! Hilarious to see them like that. Nini also sang... I love it. Nini and my Nonna singing... together... It makes me melt. Nini started to sing and I felt like just crying. I don't know what it is.

It feels nice to be a part of something. To be a part of a family. To be loved. To feel like we have something in common..... They say I'm the typical Inzillo. (They call me little Inzilina hehe) Argumentative, bad tempered, eating sparsely, always tired, the looks, the temperament... haha, these all sound like BAD things but to me it's GREAT. I feel so relieved! I felt as if I was the only one with this sort of bad temperament and that people found it repulsive. Nice to know I'm not alone.

They say I look like the Zia Edelweis... not my Zia Edelweis but the other one... I took the only picture they have of her and looked in the mirror with it. It was creepy. I put my hair down and slightly opened my mouth and we seemed the same.

I'm getting better at Italian. I'm certain by the end of this trip, I'll feel a lot more comfortable with the language, and that by the end of this semester and the next I'll be fluent :)

We'll see where life goes from here. I hope my mom gets the job. Even though it'll mean she'll be leaving me, It'll also mean that I will truly truly become ITALIAN American. I'll visit at least twice a year with my family here in Cosenza and will practice the language for the rest of my life. One day the struggles I'm having with this language will seem like a dream, like a past life. Life is difficult, but it is beautiful.