Tired as a Mother

Alright, you might think I've lost my mind by the title of this post..and maybe I have. But the fact of the matter is, I entered this country American, but I'm going to exit it something much different. Once you get thrown in this culture, there's just some things you pick up very quickly. Italy has ruined me in terms of food, fashion, and some just plain cultural differences. Once you go Italian, you never go back! Granted, I'm stuck in alot of my American ways but there are many ways in which now I now act as an Italian. I'm a blonde. I'm a Mormon. I'm a Sister. A best Friend. A problem Solver. A student. I've had my share of trials. I'm incredibly blessed. I'm American. I live in Italy. AND I'm Italerican. Before I left America, I was able to speak English, fluently, but as the days pass I swear I'm losing more and more English! And now don't give me wrong, I also wouldn't even come close to saying I'm fluent in Italian....

I have had quite a number of people tell me I am not posting often enough. So here I am. Yet, normally when I begin a blog post I have something in mind to write about and therefore, I try not to blabber on and on about useless things you really don't want to hear about. :) However, today I'm just going to write and whatever ends up on the page is what you guys are gonna get!   In America, typically you can have what you want, whenever you want it, wherever you want it. And can see people when you want to. In Italy, nothing is available that you want or need when you need it. It's never where you want it and the people you want are typically sleeping thousands of miles away. But that’s part of this journey! Realizing the American way of living is not the only way. and while, for me someone who has been raised in America there entire life, to be thrown into a new culture has been life changing! You realize, those people you have gotten so irritated with in America that don’t...