This is extremely random, but aren't Thursday afternoons wonderful? You look up and think "Tomorrow's FRIDAY..." There's such anticipation on a Thursday afternoon-the actual weekend hasn't arrived yet, but it's close enough to make legitimate plans. In the States there is also such excellent Thursday night television, such as The Office and Private Practice.
I now really feel like I live in Rome. I'll ride the Metro listening to my iPod, grateful that nobody can hear my music (do the Italians like Taylor Swift? Something tells me no). There's a 24 bakery about 10 minutes on foot from my apartment and I like to walk there for fresh pastries. I have two pizza places that are both far superior to anything I've eaten before. I get hit on at least 5 times a day, and if I don't, then I know I must really look like a rat, because the Italian men will hit on anyone. Still, it's nice to be told that you're a beautiful American when buying gelato.
But I really know that I live in a place when I can sit in it comfortably and not be rearranging my lotions and potions are alphabetizing my textbooks. I was just staring out from my balcony, drinking some blood orange juice and feeling incredibly grateful and optimistic. That might also have had something to do with the Nutella I was eating.
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