"When in Rome" (sydney style)

OK so I was in a bit of a bad mood when I wrote the last entry. Couple things about Sydney because a lot of people I've spoken with in the past few days probably think I'm very disillusioned with the city. I think it's difficult returning to a country and attempting to make life happen again. I remember Australia for many good things: netball tournaments in the middle of nowhere at 8am on Sundays... eating Ruffle BBQ chips while watching telly on Sat mornings with my sis when we'd pull the blankets down from upstairs... hiding from our babysitter who used to cheat at cards when we were 7 and 11 years old. I've had a couple good flashbacks recently - the rediscovery of Fantales and Jaffas, along with the 8 or 9 different flavors of Arnott's Shapes (when I left there were only 3).

Talking about food... just finished a book called "Julie & Julia" in which a women named Julie decides to cook all 524 recipes in Julia Childs' book... all in one year. Not such a bad way to eat for a whole year...

So on the food(ish) theme... I'm reading this book called 'When in Rome' by Penelope Green and she's this woman who is from Sydney but after her 28th birthday in 2002, she decided to pick up and move to Italy. She keeps mentioning Peroni beer, limoncello, pasticcerias... "grazie mille", "buon giorno, cara" and "come ti chiamo?" and once again I am propelled back to the beach in Sant Agnello. So I got on a nostalgic theme and emailed everyone from mamicamilla. I do believe that I will return someday and I believe that it will be soon.

A friend of mine (no name will be mentioned..) went on vacation and fell in love and will move across the world for this person. I say 'will' instead of 'wants to' on purpose because I have to believe it. It reminds me of courageous people like Nikki at mamicamilla who found that Italy called her so forcefully that she took the plunge and now is incredibly happy. I said to my friend who has fallen in love, why not? I think too many people get caught in safety nets and comfort, even when they're not really all that happy. Not to say that those are bad things, but at this point in my life I refuse to shy away from what I really believe will be great. When she told me about her new love with the disclaimer that she may sound crazy but really isn't, all I could think was "this is exactly what was waiting for you all along.." and it makes me really happy.

Pier 26 was playing the Kaskade CD (House of Om) last night and it took me back to that last weekend in Toronto... and that other time I saw him live down in the basement of Roxy Blu.
"It seems as though all moves are off.. cause I can't please you and maybe there is no special song to guide us through.."
she told me that even though I was in a bit of a slump, that hopefully that story would remind me that I have places to go and that this will pass and I will forget all of this mess in two days. When I think about it, I shake my head because yes, I did feel awful for a few days, because all of a sudden I'd had to start thinking about feelings and stuff again and came out on the bad end of it all, this whole drama seems almost ridiculous.

Could I possibly be starting (finally) to "find myself"??

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