Exactly a month

Well here I am. Sitting in the San Francisco fog, a month away from sitting in the Roman heat.

It doesn't feel real yet. I've typed out four different ways of explaining how I feel about leaving and what it feels like to move half way around the world, but I've deleted all of them. I've heard it all. I'm nervous, but incredibly excited. More excited than I have ever been in my entire life.

Since it doesn't feel real yet, I haven't really accepted the fact that I need to organize my life and start thinking about how my life is about to change. I'm about to more frustrated than I've ever been but I'm ready for that challenge!

I keep doing things I don't really need to do because I'm leaving. I'm looking up dates for concerts, getting my iPhone updated (I'm not using it in Italy), and spending money when I should be saving for my Italian Proseco. Oh well. Only young once...?

Another picture of things in my purse.
The NYTimes Weekend Arts section that I stuffed in my bag on the way to work this morning, some change, an old earring, my friends business card, sunglasses, deodorant, a pen, headphones, and my wallet. Will I carry the similar stuff in Italy?

Outtie!