You can't wait for inspiration. You have to go after it with a club.- Jack London
Unsurprisingly, when I temporarily move to Italy -- like many of my adventuring compatriots -- I plan on blogging like a fiend, both for the purpose of preserving my trip and sharing it with others. However, if my ability to keep up a blog in what most certainly can be described as "downtime," I'm not sure how successful my fantasies of a consistently updated blog will prove. Then again, I'll actually have a lot to say ... the perks of living an interesting life.
I've noticed my view on Italy has warped. In college, I ached with the desire to travel and explore the world, most specifically Europe. My final year of college, I planned to attend grad school, but I painfully and expensively figured out that such a course was not what I really wanted. (Curse you, URTAs). Italy was next on the agenda. And I was excited -- excited to have a plan, excited to live out a dream. It's been almost exactly 7 months since I've graduated, and Italy has quickly warped into an escape -- from my underachiever lifestyle, from an adult career, from commitment. So I wonder: now that living in Italy isn't fulfilling a dream-role in my life, will actually living there be a different or lesser experience? When you are running from something, how much does the place you've run to matter?
To some degree, my going has also become a metaphoric flipping-the-bird to all those cynics who've challenged my plans with "that's what I always said I'd do, too." I'm hoping that this indifference is only a result of the 7 months of mediocrity. I'm hoping that when my plans solidify, all of my enthusiasm will reappear. In the end, none of it matters though. I'm going. And all these questions and more will be addressed in upcoming blogs! Stay tuned.
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