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E' veramente difficile quando cominci un nuovo lavoro ed hai 26 anni e sai che non sará il lavoro della tua vita, ma a questo punto della situazione devi solo cercare di andare d'accordo con tutti e fare in maniera tale che ti accettino per la persona che sei... E fidatevi fare ció in un posto dove sei l'unica persona che parla l'Italiano e tutti quanti parlano inglese non é per niente un'impresa facile. Ma, perché c'é un ma in tutta la situazione... se continui imperterrita ad essere te stessa prima o poi le cose vanno bene, cominciano ad andare per il verso giusto. Questo é quello che sto realizzando in queste settimane, che il mio lavoro mi piace, i miei colleghi sono amichevoli e sto cominciando a conoscerli tutti e farmi apprezzare per la persona che sono. Quando una persona mette le mani nella tua borsa per una gomma da masticare o per un accendino senza neanche chiederti il permesso non lo prendo come un atto di disrispetto, ma come finalmente un accett...

In quest'era dove tutto si muove cosí velocemente, meno male che ci sono i libri a stare ancora a passo con te. Meno male che c'é la musica che ti consola, meno male che c'é il cuore che scoppia. Non so come sia arrivata a questo punto della mia vita, al punto dove non sappia nuovamente di nuovo chi sia. Ho sempre pensato di essere una persona "allegra e solare" cosí mi hanno sempre descritto le persone, ma ho sempre anche pensato di essere solitaria e timida. Quindi il fatto é ? Una persona solitaria e timida per non chiamarla appunto "solitaria e timida" la si chiama l'esatto opposto? Cosí, proprio giusto per chiamarla qualcosa. Ho sempre pensato che precendenti esperienze mi hanno plagiata e determinata in questi ultimi anni, ma 10 anni fa ero sempre quella sul fondo delle foto, giá sono sempre stata un problema con queste foto. E' sempre stato un problema farsi scattare una foto! Ho ero troppo "grossa" o "mal vestita" ...

Here I am on the weekend before my return to school. It's Saturday night, I'm really lost doing my stuff at home. Lately, this is my routine and I do not get tired at all it rather, I have to admit, makes me quite happy and quiet. I came back from New York a few days ago and I must say that I recharged my the batteries there! I needed to see that city, every time I just feel home there, I feel I always have things to see and lots of things to experience, I feel I mustn't look too much for the best places because I know them. I feel like I know that city better than my dear London (or perhaps is what I like to believe in, just to feel a little closer to it). Although, that city always has something for everyone; brings love, takes it away, proves it and makes it known in its strangest forms. I went to Washington square park, where artistic people spend their afternoons... It's the city of the possibilities, it is the city of the jazz bars, the...

This summer was the best I’ve definitely ever had since I moved to London. Weather has been warm the whole time, I can’t even describe the feeling! Wanting to stay out, meeting up with friends, feeling like is never time to go home (however you really know it is the time), going for runs at the nearest park at sunset. People says that was the best summer ever...full stop! Now, apparently August is sweeping everything away with it, but also bearing time for vacation for me, in fact in about a week I'm finally leaving ! But this is another post :) ! ...During the summer I’ve come across Murakami’s book Norwegian woods. He was already known to me, I remember last year in Sydney I bought a copy for a friend of mine that was turning 40. I loved the idea of buying to her a really beautiful and well written book and doing my research I "met" Murakami. Since then I’ve always wanted to read that book and finally a few weeks back I was with my boyfriend in central London, ...

It was The Bridge. I used to love crossing it,  made me feel like I knew exactly how Brooklyn Bridge was! I grew up driving through it and under it with my father, with my mother, with my childhood friends, with one of the first boyfriends in route for a romantic drink in Piazza Delle Erbe, on a train to Sampierdarena. It was a symbol, Genova! It was where you could see the nearby Ikea, where you would have a second glimpse of the sea. Crossing the bridge was a ritual an experience more than anything... I remember a younger myself sat in the back seat looking outside the window at the bridge's ties, thinking how majestic it was, years passed by and it made always the same impression on me, even now, whenever I have to go to the airport after a mini-break, that bridge had always its charm. It was a spectacle. Imagine just this morning how shocked I felt when I've discovered what happened. The bridge collapsed. How can a bridge collapse? How can this happen in 201...

Good evening, almost a week has gone after the last post and during this time I came up with a different sort of conclusion. I remember that some time ago someone told: “You’ll be able to make a special bond with people from 16 to 24 years old - after that, you will see that it will get harder to establish a durable connection with people.” How true is that? I’m myself, in the situation where like I’m surrounded by many new people, but is so incredibly hard to get them to know me or even to get them to know me. And plus if you do get to know them, seems like there’s nothing interesting to look for in some of them. The other day I was talking to a friend of many, a really close one, she told me that we should never lose the ability to be curious and that is what takes a step further; was probably something I knew already, but how good it is when someone tells you in their own words? When you see that isn’t just something cloudy being pictured sometimes in your mind, but that curiosity ...

Guess what? My flight is an hour delayed, whilst I started to think about all the possibilities I have to get home at a decent time I thought I could dedicate some time to my blog! With great surprise is a pleasure to be able to sit here, in the airport departure hall with a little bit of time for me to think about the past days. On Friday, my father drove me to Serravalle where took a train to come and visit my boyfriend towards the South of Italy. It is incredible how life here is always beautiful! They say is boring as fuck, because from their side there’s nothing to do, but I think is just great. I totally mean it! Friends gather together at the bar, probably just smoking cigarettes and gulping beers! But they are together, talking, exchanging stories, updating each other on their own life. People down here are so warm, there’s a genuine interest towards the individuals around you. Every time I come back is a feast! Makes my heart so full! It is such a great feeling to be su...