I’ve now been here for two months. I keep going to write posts, going to talk about things that I want to say, but I can never seem to find the words or the motivation. I do love to write, but at times writing about all this feels a bit forced. Fortunately I’m going to do a separate post shortly which will, hopefully be a bit more interesting… At the very least I’ll have more to say!
Anyway… here is the 800 words that I managed to bash out last time I tried to write a blog post… about a month ago…
“After a month here, I guess it’s safe to say that it’s more normal. It still feels weird to think that I’m not at home, and I won’t be for quite a while still. It still feels weird knowing that I can’t just go and see my friends, or go to the pub and bump into 5 different people that I know from 5 different places. That said, my routine is now firmly set in my head, and so that, at least, is normal. My day to day life is normal, it’s normal within the domestic world that I live, even if it isn’t normal in the holistic view of my life.
I started writing this update several times, but I’ve never quite managed to follow through – perhaps thinking that it’s too boring, or that I have nothing new to say – both would probably be correct. It seems like there is very little to do, when, as I’ve said, each day is basically the same!
“So, it has been about a week since last time, and I guess that a fair amount has happened in that time, although, having written that, I cannot think of much that’s particularly exciting or noteworthy! That said, every day brings its own little adventure, a new game, a new technique or just a new feeling.
UPDATE: it’s been about 2 weeks since last time, but I got side-tracked with doing basically nothing.
I went shopping last Sunday. Not my finest moment. I needed to leave the house, to get some fresh air, to not be in the place where I eat, sleep and work. So I did the 3 minute walk to the supermarket. Following the sugar craving which came with my new family’s desire to eat salad at least once a day, I may or may not have gone a bit wild with the snack food. I have since learnt that I’d actually rather have no snack food because then I’ll not have the temptation to eat it! Haha, we live and learn. Probably better learnt sooner rather than later! Even so, Kinder Bueno are so moreish and so much cheaper than in England. I shall be strong (er.) Anyhow, my drinks shelf is now stocked – with Ice tea granules and tea bags – yay me :)”
2 weeks later and I had my first cup of tea from my drinks shelf yesterday… I still haven’t opened the ice tea! On the plus side I haven’t continued to buy rubbish food from the supermarket, just chewing gum – of which my mother still disapproves, from 1200 miles away…
I have made a friend in the supermarket, by accident, because of my inability to speak Italian. Honestly, I’ve embarrassed myself so many times going through checkouts that I’ve settles for the self-checkout now. Unsurprisingly I’ve had issues there too.
I’ve done a little bit of exploring recently, not much but a bit! I visited a seaside town called Cervia, which is about a 20 minute drive. A beautiful historic centre, unfortunately the entire sea front is privately owned by tourist enterprises, so when we walked to the coast on the grey Saturday afternoon, all we could see was buildings. That’s actually a slight lie – I caught a glimpse of some sand in between some unsightly metal poles; what a delight.
Anyway, I visited with a friend of the family, she’s 23 and studying towards a Masters in foreign languages, one of those languages was not English, but thanks to the quality of mainland Europe’s language education she can speak excellent English anyway!
We had a nice hot chocolate in a café in the main square, although they don’t actually call them cafés, they’re ‘bars’, which, to you and me, is a place to go, socialise, and get drunk. While socialising may be one of the key aspects of a bar, it’s more to do with serving breakfasts and apperitives- something we don’t really do in England. Going out for breakfast is, nowadays, more of an acceptable activity, although I wouldn’t say it’s the ‘done’ thing. Upon doing a survey of my friends, the majority didn’t actually know what an aperitif was, although one guessed it was some sort of drama thing, and another got it spot on – due to a sneaky look on google. Here it is common to go for an aperitif, in fact I’ve been invited on several thanks to the wonderful world of tinder – I hate tinder.
Due to the fact that I know no-one here it was suggested to me to use tinder for it’s original, non-creepy, purpose – of meeting new and like-minded people! I should say that I made it abundantly clear on my profile that that was all I wanted, but it didn’t stop some of the more persistent members of tinder!”
Pretty sure I had more to say about the horrors of tinder, as well as other things, but I lost that train of thought when I got constantly distracted by Skyping home…