I feel at home here. today was the first time I’ve consciously sat down to think about where I’m going in a very long time. on the porch at which I’ve sat with my brothers years ago I started to plan an itinerary and even consider the prospect of applying for work when I’m home. the thought is a little scary and feels strange given how removed I feel from my own life right now as I spend my days quietly in the village.
Max made a delicious risotto for lunch, ans I started proofing Rebecca’s masters thesis on environmental protests in German forests. I’m learning quiet a bit and am motivated by her drive to amplify the voices of perspectives often left underrepresented in our societies.
some strange feelings today regarding who I am and how I treat myself and those around me. I rode the bike to clear my head, passing through villages and vineyards as the afternoon sun grew cooler. returned home in time to leave again for San Daniele, where we met Zia Domenica, Zia Laura, Zio Ezio, Zio Sergio, Rebecca and Dan for dinner - an excess of formaggio and prosciutto wirh polenta and pasta. Rene was the waiter and I didn’t even recognise him at first - he’s promised to visit sometime later this week.
sleeping now. Valeria and Max are spoiling me. I’m aware of how lucky I am and try not to take this for granted. <<
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