Milan, Darling. Milan.

I finally know what I'm doing with my life! Or, at least, the next few months of it. Today, the family I have been in contact with through Workaway called and said they would like to host me! I booked the ticket right then and there. On September 7th, just around noon, I will be landing in MILAN! (That is, assuming I make my connections through JFK and Heathrow, which I'm sure will make for a wonderfully adventurous, dramatic story in about a month.) From there, it is only an hour's drive to Cremona, where I will be living for a yet-to-be-determined amount of time.

via Google Maps

Next week, I will talk to them again via Skype, but finally with video! I am really looking forward to getting to know the family, especially the two kids I will be helping to take care of in exchange for the accommodations they are providing for me.

I'm sure I will cycle through all SORTS of emotions on the coming couple of weeks while I get ready. I'm already a little sad about missing my first homecoming as an alumna. I'm already nervous about moving to a country where I speak a grand total of four words in their language. (please, excuse me/sorry, thank you, and "where"). But for the moment, I am ECSTATIC! Everyone talks about dropping everything and moving to [insert exotic location], but how many people actually DO it? I'm more than willing to admit that reading both Eat, Pray, Love and Tales of a Female Nomad this summer was probably a catalyst, but I can definitely accept that if it means I get the experience of a lifetime.

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