But seriously, What the hell am I doing here?
Upon my arrival in Rome I was still in surreal world (in my head, of course). I tricked myself into thinking that my time in Rome was a spectacular vacation and that at whatever designated time I would return back home, hopefully to a blunt. Next thing I know, its 8:11 am and John and I are about to miss our 8:22 am train to Milan (our new home). We start scrambling, John is still drunk/very ill and now that I think of it I should have never woken him up. We grabbed all 7 bags and suitcases and booked it to Termini. Somehow, someway the train had not departed and we got on. Well, John stumbled onto it with 4 bags and I organized a rest area for him.
We arrive to Milan, I thought I had an au pair job lined up, John found an apartment. Au pair job does not work out due to their marital problems and jealousy from the wife. So now I'm homeless, and what the fuck am I supposed to do now. I couldn't afford a hostel anymore, and I needed some kind of stability. I was so depressed for the first 2-3 days in Milan. I could cry at the drop of a dime, no problem, water works here we go, non stop. Luckily I got my shit together and started to look for other opportunites for me. I posted some ads in their classifieds and got a great situation from a very nice Italian who just wants an hour English lesson everyday in exchange for room and board. Easy, I gots this.
In the interim of me finding a stable place, I did about 10 days worth of couch surfing. It was a great experience, well other than me bouncing around all over the city (although I can ride these trains like nobody's business now). I met a lot of wonderful people who treated me so well, and provided such great hospitality. The couchsurfing community is really close here and they have many get togethers. This is great because I have found an easy way to socialize with people (something I am so fond of).
I remember being at home (Boston) and getting asked why I would leave and my answer was generally 'why not?". Now being here I get asked over and over again "why are you here?" and I honestly have no idea. I don't know how to respond to this. I literally have no fucking clue. Yes, it can be easy to say "to teach English" or "to go to school". However, I know that I wouldn't be completely honest.
Hopefully in the next couple of weeks, months, years I will find out what the hell I am doing in Italy.
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