Sea Glass

So I sit musing.  I have been here for just under 50 days but time seems to be passing differently.  The moments drag as if they will never end but the days fly by faster than I can keep track.  I have been here for forever but haven't finished a week.  I think back to August when I was packing up my room.  Each time I returned cleaning out more of the the dark corners filled with childhood dreams and high school wishes.  I discovered a small wooden box from when I was really young, in which are rocks.  Not sparkly, not shiny, not colorful or bright, nothing too special except that they are smooth a worn until all the edges had been removed.  Mixed in with the rocks, that I had treasured and saved from pre-ten-years-old times, was a blue piece of sea glass.  It was actually intriguing and truly wonderful to find this little treasure chest I had left for myself.  Of all the things that I would save over the years; favorite toys, my barbie doll collection, music posters, projects or papers, I saved a small tin of ordinary stones and a small piece of ordinary sea glass.

Fresh to Death

We had to run.  No matter how early we ever try to leave for the train it always seems like I am running for a train.   Fortunetly, we did make it just in time with some tag teaming, one person parking and one getting the tickets, but we made it on the train which was the important part.  Anyway, every seat was full, of course, so we walked down the train until we found three seats in a car.  I sat down next to what was I later figured out was two girls pre-raging for their birthday, on the 12 pm train into Manhattan.  Now, I have absolutely nothing against day drinking, and I really can nothing bad about day drinking in strange places (the weirder the better), but Budlight lime?  Really?  That's where I draw the line.  Have some class ladies. 

How Do They Fit a Pumpkin in That Little Cup?

Walking around Florence is always such a wondrous activity.  When I sit on a bench watching all the people go by, I like to imagine that everyone is in a complicated dance with each person playing a part.  Somehow everyone always remembers their place spinning and turning, never colliding in a graceful dance of the masses.  This is somewhat helped by my "When I people watch" playlist.  Think folk/rock/indie/bluegrass bands and you will understand the rhythm I give people.  I love giving the world a sound track, so I create playlists based off of how I want to feel or how I do feel such as; "When I am sad", "When I workout", currently "When I feel like a badass" and "When I feel happy" are my top contenders.  These are literally collections of music that  are sorted by mood, as the name implies, literally.   I am super excited also, because I created a "Amurica" playlist with including but not limited to; Party in the USA, Sweet Home Alabama(its sort of close to Connecticut), American Pie, Americano, Flightless Bird American Mouth, Rock in the USA and other gems.

The farewell

Back in Florence it was like I never left(except for that pile of emails) crazy to think after the whirlwind week of travel and week hanging out with my sis that everyone was just going about their business.  Man, that was a solid trip.  ...  There was mystery, intrigue, adventure, some fake crying and a lot of fun.  It had everything!  I had an amazing time with my baby sis.  I really did.  It was a fantastic trip, and I really appreciate the bonding we got to achieve on this trip.  I can't wait until she comes back next year

That night we went on some reconnaissance shopping and finished up the list of things the girls needed to see in Florence before Anna had to leave on Thursday.