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all roads.

so i am excited.  i am moving to Roma.

magical and fantastic and crowded (only not by my standards).  more than three kinds of international cuisine (and not counting Chinese, even).  a real international airport.  the ability to find fresh ginger within a ten minute radius of your home.  infrastructure (well sort of -- this *is* still Italy).  an underground transportation system.  concerts.  jazz bars.  poetry readings.  galleries.  art exhibitions (that consist of stuff created *within* the last one hundred years).  Ikea.  the Lush chain.  all the things that Roma is now.

the Tevere.  the Colosseo.  that limpidly-lit, eternally-three-coined, fantastic fountain.  so, so many fountains and so much marble.  the gypsies and the Vatican and the popes -- everywhere the popes.  the Pantheon and the Sistine Chapel and the Spanish Steps and everywhere, the beautiful ghosts of Audrey Hepburn and Anita Ekberg and miniskirts on motorinos.  all those things that Roma has always been.

i am excited.


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[Via San Martino, Pisa]
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when you may be excused for being a lame blogger.

1. when you don't have Internet at home.  and i'm talking not even a telephone line, people!
2. when you are busy having one more dream come very suddenly, terrifyingly true.
3. when you all-at-once realize you have to switch gears -- from unpacking into your new Pisa apartment, to *repacking* for your soon-to-be Rome apartment.
4. when you're desperately trying *not* to tell The Entire Universe.  not until you sign the final contract, anyway.
5. when you are struggling with how to give notice at this company you really quite like, because you've been offered a job at, um.  well.  the United Nations.


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[EuroStar Trenitalia, Roma-Firenze]
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