Inspiration could not have hit a worse time. In the middle of my Italian I suddenly decided I must draft a version of this blog post. So, this blog post starts here:
So I am writing this in the middle of my Italian class. For the past week and a half it has been nothing but Italian. I mean you should probably expect that when you go to study abroad in Italy. But when culture shock sets in, it’s Italian 24/7. I am not saying this is bad thing, it can be extremely overwhelming at times. If I am not doing my Italian homework or arguing with my Italian teacher, I am trying to have awkward conversations with the doorman who speaks no English. Needless to say it has been interesting. Never thought I would have such difficulty trying to explain that the fire alarm went off and there is no need to call the fire department.
But to look on the bright side, I have finally figured out how to get around. Of this I am so proud. My sense of direction has now completely changed. I am no longer afraid of adventuring outside by myself. I have begun to remember roads and where they lead to. A.K.A. no more grid system for me. I have become completely obsessed with finding new bakeries and cafes to hang out in.
Whenever I go to a new city, finding a place that is special is very important to me. At school I have tiny niches where I can simply sit by myself. A solitary place where I can sit down and do my homework or just be by myself. These places make each place I visit seem like home. It makes one feel as though they do belong within that culture. In New York City it was Central Park that was my place. I spent long hours walking in the park.
Finding your special place for me is the key to adjusting. In order to adjust I must find a place within the city that gives me a sense of belonging. I am no tourist, yet I am not an Italian. I am a foreigner in a foreign city. Sometimes it can be so isolating. Yet, it is the small cafes and small bakeries that remind me that no matter where I go, I can make a place feel almost like home. Although I am still adjusting to the culture I have learned one thing, that no matter where I go in the world it is my heart that is truly my home. Yes, I have to adjust my habits and try and adapt to this new country. But, I also know who I am. I know what I can and cannot handle.
So before I get too corny, here are some pictures of Italy so far.