I am feeling a bit homesick. The hours here are very long and many times the days feel like weeks. Most every morning I wake up and remind myself that I am not in Utah or California. I have to think in a process, “I am in Italy. I am in ‘name of town’ (if I can remember it). I am in a flat with my three roommates. Today is ‘day’ (if I can remember it).” It’s disconcerting. Last night I dreamed that I called my mom and asked if I could come home for dinner. Of course I did. I introduced my group mates to her and grandpa and we ate and laughed and went to bed. Then I woke up in Italy sad to be so far from home. I think this is the first time in my life I have been properly homesick. In the past I think I’ve always been having to good a time to miss much of anything. I’ve got too much time to think here.
But in some senses, I don’t know which home to be sick for. I also miss Cedar and my Festival family terribly. I am sad when I think about the work I am missing out on there and I appreciate even more then sheer amazingness of the work I was a part of in that education department.
Still, I’m in Italy. I’m not asking for sympathy. It’s just a new feeling for me to have. It’s beautiful here. I enjoy the work I am doing in the schools with kids. I’m enjoying playing with an audience. But I am often frustrated with the quality of the teaching and the we are able to do, and the situation in which we are expected to give it. Then there are the frustrations of packing the car every day, getting up early, sharing a bathroom…and eating a pizza bigger than any plate most every day.
My group and I are getting on better and better every day. I am in love with each of them. I will dedicate one post to each of them in the future. It’s sort of like the mission with companions. Once you realize you can’t escape them you start to love them. We have fun in lots of non-mission approved ways. We eat a lot. We rock out in the car, and not to EFY music. But I feel lonely, in the way that you can only feel lonely when you are constantly surrounded by people that you have only known for a month.
In short, July and home feel a long way away.
But here are some pictures if I can get them to load.
Here we are teaching ‘Chicago’ at an all boys school. The parts of Roxie and Velma were HILARIOUS.
Here is a skanky hostel we stayed at in Alisandria. Gross. Most of our accommodations have been much nicer.
Here is a space for ‘Lady Park’ only. I guess.
Here are my new friends from the Milan ward, Sharon and Andy. I am their seventh daughter.
The weather seems to be warming up, at last. I can’t wait till spring so I can throw away my coat and all my stupid layers.
I suppose I should try and enjoy it since it will be my last winter for a few years. In case you missed the notice, I found out, the night of the skanky hostel, that I am going to be starting school at ASU in Tempe Az in August. My feeling are mixed, but I am feeling like its the right thing to do.
More on that later.
I really hate not having regular internet access, but again, I am trying to enjoy this quiet time apart. Just let me know if you have any ideas on how to do that.
Love you all.