THE FIRST POST. Well, here it goes. Unfortunately, if I had written my first post a few days ago, it might have been a little FRANTIC, DEPRESSING, or complete CHAOS, considering I have been doomed the title of “the series of unfortunate events.” However, today I can slightly laugh to myself and say that things CAN ONLY flourish from here.
To begin, everything seemed terrific from the start. The plane ride was smooth and I had met a couple of girls that were also attending the university abroad on the flight. Yet, upon the arrival in Rome, the first bump in the road made its way. Kathryn’s luggage was lost and nowhere to be found. Now, I can’t even explain to you HOW HAPPY I WAS THAT IT WAS NOT MINE, and was especially surprised that I had escaped the first setback. However, unfortunately for me, the major BLOWS were headed my way.
Now, before I arrived at my apartment, I was well aware that I was on the opposite side of the campus from Kathryn a.k.a. (kitty), and her BFF’S ❤ Medina, Christine, and Steph. BUT LITTLE DID I KNOW that it REALLY WAS on the other side of campus. More importantly though, I promised myself I would keep an open mind and try to accept this as my fate.
uhhh. THIS WAS MY FIRST APARTMENT. not kidding
Unfortunately though, the minute I had arrived to the apartment, everything I had told myself disappeared and a bad feeling set into my stomach. OK, I’m sorry to sound like a brat, BUT I was not expecting a GHETTOLICIOUS apartment that was a 45-minute walk away from my friends, with no cell phone or communication, and an interesting bunch of roomies. And I’m sorry that I was expecting to be near cobblestones and beautiful colored building with TONZ of delightful little Italian people near me. OMG. But the minute I walked in my door, I greeted everyone with respect and glee (lalalala) as my usual FAB self, and then later slowly lost it and proceeded to have several mini heart and panic attacks. (I wanted to provide you with more of my frantic texts to my father, however; UNFORTUNATELY I restored my phone and lost all texts, pictures, and apps—Just my luck!!)
IN A NUTSHELL, throughout the week, I pouted and felt bad for myself when I discovered that the trastevere apartments were not working out for me and neither was the distance. FOMO (fear of missing out. for all ya old folks). I finally was able to reach my biff, but I was kicked out of their dorms by ITALIAN LAW at 11:30 and had to WALK BACK MYSELF! (Dangerous) wah. SO, I cried to the housing office and my parents multiple times until they let me into the residence. I was then granted a spot in the Gianicolo Dorms.
Now thats more like it!
JUST WHEN I THOUGHT THINGS WERE WORKING OUT, I walked into my NEW apartment in the dorms. Now, I’m just going to describe this as an utter and complete AMBUSH. The minute I walked in, the girls asked me TO MOVE OUT. (What?!?!) AND I AM NOT JOKING. One by one, each girl, from Notre Dame (eh. they sure gave themselves a good name) tried to kindly ask me if I could move to the apartment below. SO, I kindly told them NO, and told them that I was going to stay. THIS DID NOT GO WELL. The girl had already moved their stuff into my room! Long story short, they completely bombarded me and were not taking no for an answer. They cried to the housing and were extremely rude and obnoxious. The rudest bunch of girls I have ever met! (Trastevere apartments looked wonderful when compared to these girls.) SO, sadly on my birthday, I slept on a couch and had no time to beautify myself up, and nowhere to put my suitcases or shower, thus I decided to move out and move down a floor.
Cobblestone Streets! Yay!
Finally, I am now the floor below and can I say it is definitely a diverse group of gals who seem really nice! But for the mean time, and for the rest of the trip, THIS IS WHERE I WILL STAY.
On the bright side :), I have already had some great times throughout the week. The dinner has been BOMB (miss ya Emily) and the going out life is CRAY. I have also had some spare time to ROAM around ROME lolzzz and take it all in. My birthday was a success (sorry to say those pictures are un-postable). HA. We have also booked our first trip to the Almalfi Coast! I can’t wait. Things are looking up from here! Consequently, I have come up with some goals for the trip: 1) To meet some great, new, genuine people. 2) To take as many pictures as I can. 3) No more pouting. 4) TO BUY AN ITALIAN GOOD LUCK NECKLACE (essential). 5) TO HAVE A MARVELOUS TIME!
Gnocchi, My Fave!
Im Lovin It.
Cat Sanctuary! meow.
MONKEY in Italy! 😉
Besties in Italy!
Until next time, stay absolutely fabulous.