Day Four of Hell Week.
Even with the “Can I Go To Bed Yet?”-10 o’Clock Countdown, it was a nice day.
Today, I turned 27 years old.
If you’re my Facebook friend but we haven’t interacted in 3+ years? Don’t bother congratulating me, because I genuinely don’t care. If you’re with me on the Twitterz, do, because I love Twitter and the people on it. If you’re my reader, congratulate me in the comments if you want. If you don’t want to, no worries: I love you regardless.
Right now, I’m in Rome: away from wifi, close to pasta and prosecco. I’m spending here the weekend with my parents and I couldn’t be happier about that. I love Rome, my parents are two of my absolute favorite people on the planet and hello, Italian food.
But I couldn’t resist writing to you for my birthday. People who I mostly have never seen in my life (or only said hi to, or high-fived once) but people who do make a much bigger impact on me than they might realise.
There will always be a barrier between us, because we don’t really know-know each other, you know? We’re friendly, and in a way we are (Internet) friends. But I don’t know a lot (if anything) about you, and you know only the online version of me — admittedly, real life version is very similar to that but with more actual emotional states than sarcasm and CAPS LOCK RAGE.
And I’ve always appreciated and loved you for reading along and being supportive. What I love about you is that you’re so accepting of me. When I dropped the bomb on you about my break up, not only was I hit by a wave of support, not once did I feel like my privacy was invaded by any of your comments. And when I slipped in that I was already dating someone, you accepted that too. That is rare on the Internet, I realiae that. And I feel very fortunate that my people are those kind of people.
I’d like to take this opportunity to thank you for all of that, with a little gift.
This is going to be one of the most useless articles on my blog, because it’s neither very funny nor inspirational. It’s about me making a new semi-studyspo type workspace in my new house.
Normally I’d save this type of crap for personal blog posts like month in reviews or gratitude lists but it is such a great source of joy and productivity it deserves its own article. Half the reason you’re seeing semi regular updates here again IS because of this.
Hence the separate article.
Take a look.
My boyfriend and his brother’s favorite past time while in Rome: Leaving me in the middle of a street and seeing how far along the wheelchair would continue to go straight in one line. (Answer: Not very long)
Hi everyone! I wanted to make a quick article about my week in Italy: I actually wrote little travel reports on my Tumblr for most of my vacation, so I will be linking you through to those and add where necessary.
Hope you’re having a great Sunday!
When my mother-in-law instigated the holiday to celebrate her birthday, we had a family pow-wow. Italy was set as our general destination, with Rome, Pompeii and Sicily as options to go to. For Sicily, we ended up going to Palermo first, and Catania next.
For our stay in Catania I approached my friends at Snap Traveller*. They hooked me up with two nights at this brilliant 4-star hotel on the coast of Catania.
Take a look.
*In a nutshell? A blogger or “online influencer” goes “Hey, can I go to this hotel on your list?” and then Snap Traveller sees if the hotel has a room available. And then you write about it and tell your readers and followers you were there.