Wednesday December 29, 2010 Day 125
It seems that I am remarkably productive when I have nothing to do, no obligations to fill, and no deadlines to meet. For the first time ever, I am completely up to date on all my blog posts. There are no more that I have written, lying about unpublished, this is the most recent. I type these words not into a document to be selected later but directly into the format of the blog itself.
Yesterday, I was supposed to pick up my biological family from the train station they would arrive at after leaving the airport. Unfortunately, this became impossible when I was informed, two days ago by phone, that Massachusetts already had 60 centimetres of snow and it wasn't stopping anytime soon. The flight was, of course, cancelled.
This left/leaves me in quite the dilemma. Literally every single other student in the programme is gone, a handful back in the United States, some in France, Scotland, England, or travelling around other parts of Italy. I am too far away from town to walk (it's about 5 kilometres/3 miles) and while I could walk it, it's impractical and dangerous to return in the dark. My host mother tells me it's too dangerous for me to have a bicycle in these parts, so I really have no means of transportation. The bus is what usually trasports me but during the holiday season it comes infrequently if at all.
Because of these shortcomings I've been spending a lot of time inside. Writing and drawing have captivated my interest. I've resumed writing my novel, it's now at 21667, I'm writing in the blog now and last night, around 1:30am when I was trying to sleep, I had an idea I needed to get out so I switched on the light, grabbed my computer and typed out everything that was on my mind into an essay called "Potential" (I'll post it in the next post). Additionally, I've taken up drawing. It's very peculiar, apart from simple shell painting or necessary drawing in art classes five years ago, I don't draw. My brother was always the most artistically inclined of the family, littering the house with his creations since the age of four or five. Drawing never could hold my attention for longer than a few minutes. Now, however, because there is nothing else for me to do I began sketching in a free notebook and on that one day, the 27th, I completed five different pieces or varied styles. If you're interested they can be found on the potential post here. (Even if you're not interested, they're still there.)
I'll probably just go on drawing and writing, it would't hurt to get a little bit more in touch with my artistic side. I'm alone in the house right now, my mother's out for a few hours and I'm about to go make myself some lunch. Yesterday she warned me that she would leave and that I would have to prepare food all by myself. An hour or so ago she showed me over and over a pot of water, a bowl of pasta and a contained of pesto, instructing me that I must first boil the water then drop in the pasta, then wait and then strain it and dress it with pesto, all the while with a dubious expression on her face as though sure this couldn't work. I think I'll take a stab at it.
On a final note, due to the delay, my family found another flight at a different airport and they are scheduled to arrive in Rome on the 31st, and I am to take a train and meet them there, something I'm a bit wary of, as public transportation and I have never been good friends,but oh well, we'll just see what happens. If I never post again, please assume that I've fallen victim to the convoluted system of the subway and metro and have been dragged under to live out the rest of my days in slave labour crafting artificial flowers while I slowly go blind and mad.
Much love, Thalia
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