Hey readers (and those of you who stumbled on my blog after googling “department of supreme wisdom” aaahahaha Blog Stats I love you!)
I’m still in Italy, things are going well, had a lovely day today, but the exciting moments have remained few and far between: mostly I stay up late to chat with the summer lover, I sleep in late because mornings offer me no entertainment, I eat, eat, and eat, and every now and then have fun times or good conversations with people here.
I have seen two great movies, been to the theatre twice, and once to a quick visit of a modern art museum. Now all of THAT was interesting, and I will blog about it soon; I’ve been busy looking up articles on the movies etc.
Apart from enjoying the time spent with family members and some friends, I have been missing home, and hurting every time I hear the same old stubborn Italian words:
“But this is your home!”
“Have you found a boyfriend of the right colour?”
“But you’re coming back to live here aren’t you?”
“You’re not South African!”
Words that alienate, that orphan, and are swallowed by a spoonful of cake, a forkful of roast. They wallow up inside me like undigested limbs floating in my stomach juices. Just sitting there. Sitting.