Not particularly interested in work, I decided to look longingly through my facebook albums of Europe, wihch sadly, seems miles away now. I am nearing the end of my vacation and I'd really like to go back to school, but I'm torn in all directions. My heart falls a little when I realize how little I've seen my old friends, and how much I need to; for that reason, I'd like to stay at home for a little longer. On the other hand, school promises friends, crazy adventures, and my boy's return. And sometimes I'd like to just get lost in faraway places again.
I'd really like to decamp to Italy again. I miss the cheap wine, blue waters, and my sad attempts at trying to pass my Spanish off as Italian.
I love all languages with rolling r's, I've decided. Except Turkish, because I apparently never pronounce any of its r's correctly, including the one wedged in the middle of my boyfriend's name. Reason #10921 why I should just address him as one of the above : Steve, Bob, Mike. Short, simple, snappy! And much easier to yell in a mall when he's wandered into a calendar store and I still want to go into Pottery Barn for Kids.
Incidentally, I think that I have probably forgotten all the Spanish I have ever learnt, especially those tricky little subjunctives. Maybe I should actually move to Barcelona. I have been toying with this idea ... must research visas! Can we all please move there and live on a house boat together? I think that would be splendid. I would wear Zara caftans all day like a maharajah(don't know the feminine) and be pleased as punch.
Also, I think I should take up French, so I can go back to Paris, say a couple of phrases in a fancy way (chaussures s'il vous plait blah blah) in the Chanel/Isabel Marant/APC store, not buy anything out of money guilt, and then forget that too!
I think my anticipation of the end of my internship is making me kind of batty.
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