For the past few months, I've been in a routine. Not all routine is bad, mind you. There are perfectly acceptable forms of routine in which people partake in and enjoy. I used to have a routine I enjoyed; school, work, evening activity, home. It was a busy routine, but it was one that I enjoyed. Then, I moved. For the last three months, my routine has become one that I fight. I want to throw this routine down a flight of stairs. My days of late have been very predictable, of which I am not a fan. When did my life become so mundane? I live for the weekends, and not just to go get belligerent, but so that I can enjoy some social interaction with people my own age. In the meantime (you know, through the week), I need to find something else to entertain me. I have already looked at any classes provided by a community center, but they all conflict with the time that I am at work. Speaking of work, I love it. I really do. And that's a good thing, because otherwise I would be incredibly unhappy.
While looking for something to occupy my time, I have been thinking about traveling lately. A lot. I love to travel. I haven't had the luxury of traveling outside this country, with the exception of Jamaica and Canada (and I rarely count Canada as out of the country). However, this hasn't stopped me from considering myself a world traveler. I WILL travel. I have the biggest desire to traipse around Europe, soaking in all the history and beauty. I'm not saying America isn't beautiful in its own way, but it's just not Europe.
I want to explore Italy. I want to taste it. I want to breathe it is and relish it. I want to walk down a lane in Ireland and look out over the rolling hills and mountains. I want to get lost in a castle! I want to go to England and stand at the edge of the cliffs of Dover. I want to swim the English Channel (Okay, maybe not. I'd stand for kayaking a bit). I want to go to Germany soak up everything about the land my last name came from!
Rough news, I can't leave today to head over there. I discovered, however something I could do to pass the time. I can learn Italian. I already took two semesters of Italian in college, and have a decent knowledge of the language already. It's such a beautiful language; why should I not try and learn it? It didn't take long to convince myself. So, for the next however many weeks, I will be learning to speak Italian. A parlare italiano!
So, wish me luck on my newest endeavor!
Ciao!
