The last week has been full of moments that I really only describe as adjustment period moments.
Like on Monday, when it took me a good three hours to make my way from the ISA office to FUA. A trip that should have taken eight minutes tops. I just kept wandering in circles, and ending up in the Pizza Signora.
Or on Tuesday, when my Italian class took a field trip to the market. And my professor said "You have 20 minutes to look around." So I spent twenty minutes buying tomatoes and cheese and bread, and then I realized my class was nowhere to be found.
Or a few days ago, when I was making a list in my head of reasons to move back into a tent while a bunch of girls had a conversation about dying their hair that lasted close to an hour.
Or yesterday when I was making salad and I accidentally mistook Amy's bottle of wine for a bottle of olive oil, and then my salad tasted weird.
Or earlier today when I went into my first ever high end designer store ever and started laughing out loud when I saw a price tag for 280 euro hanging out on a fairly weird looking necklace.
Adjustment period. You know.
Like on Monday, when it took me a good three hours to make my way from the ISA office to FUA. A trip that should have taken eight minutes tops. I just kept wandering in circles, and ending up in the Pizza Signora.
Or on Tuesday, when my Italian class took a field trip to the market. And my professor said "You have 20 minutes to look around." So I spent twenty minutes buying tomatoes and cheese and bread, and then I realized my class was nowhere to be found.
Or a few days ago, when I was making a list in my head of reasons to move back into a tent while a bunch of girls had a conversation about dying their hair that lasted close to an hour.
Or yesterday when I was making salad and I accidentally mistook Amy's bottle of wine for a bottle of olive oil, and then my salad tasted weird.
Or earlier today when I went into my first ever high end designer store ever and started laughing out loud when I saw a price tag for 280 euro hanging out on a fairly weird looking necklace.
Adjustment period. You know.
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