Take two

Okay, so, now I think it really is spring. The trench coats have come out (speaking of which, does anyone know how to tie the tie thing so that I look neither obese nor retarded? I just can't seem to do it...) and today I wore ballet flats senza calze and didn't even get weird looks. Huzzah!

In other news, mia mamma is coming to visit and I'm meant to send some winter clothes back with her so that I don't have to haul everything back myself when I leave again this summer. The thing is that in order to do that, I kind of need to deal with the fact that I'll actually be leaving. Which... okay, well, I won't get all melodramatic about it, but... yeah. Boo. (That's me not being melodramatic, see.)

Oh, the life choices. I hate making choices. People who know me in real life will tell you that I'm not even capable of picking which pizzeria place to go to. Or which exit to get off of on the highway... which may contribute to the amount of time I spent lost and/or making u-turns. But those are little things. So little in comparison to this sort of choice. US or Italy? Medicine or... some other (very) vaguely defined career path? Sleeplessness and stress or gallivanting around on the weekends, occasionally bored?

I don't know. I really don't. Being unable to commit to sending a couple of wool sweaters home just underlines that fact.

Then again... come on, self. Just pick yourself up off your arse and deal with it. There are people in the world who have real problems.