I am nearing the one week mark living in Villanova Mondovì, Italy with a family I met on a website called Workway. They are too sweet for words. To say that I am culture shocked would be an understatement and to say that I am loving it would also be an understatement. I am not sure exactly what I was expecting to experience or find here, I just knew it would be different. I didn’t realize how different it really would be.
The absolute hardest thing for me to do is rely on other people. In this stage of life I’m in (being a student) it is almost expected that everyone is a flake at some capacity. The phrase, “let’s get lunch sometime!” becomes a new way to say goodbye and, “oh my gosh, I’m so sorry, I forgot I have so much homework tonight,” is the soundtrack to our weekdays. Don’t get me wrong, I’m 100% guilty of backing out of plans last minute so I can binge watch New Girl by myself–not even going to pretend that hasn’t happened before, but let’s get a little deeper into this.
In life there are moments that make sense. You press on the brakes in your car and it stops. You go to sleep late and wake up tired the next day. You stub your toe and the nail falls off. You stretch a little too far in yoga and the next day it’s hard to walk. There’s this phrase in the bible, “you reap what you sow” and it’s kind of like the biblical version of “karma.” What you did yesterday greatly affects what happens today, good or bad. That makes sense, right?
When thinking about all of the “stuff” I own, the clothes I donate each year, the leftover food I never get to, the dust I sweep up off the floors, and the stuffed animals I donated when I moved out of my parent’s house, it makes me think about what I really value in my life. I have slept with the same teddy bear since I was 10 years old and I am now a 20 year old full grown woman. I can’t sleep without him, but if my house was going up in flames, I wouldn’t risk my life dodging flames to safe my dingy-oversized teddy bear.
This past weekend I had the opportunity to travel up to Northern Arizona with eight rowdy high school girls so that they could hear the greatest love story ever told. My roommate dropped me off at our departure location and I was oddly distraught, playing back in my mind all of the things I should have packed, hoping that none of it was forgotten. For the record, I didn’t forget anything and was heavily over prepared (literally).
Normally when I look at trees, it is not my first instinct to look at their roots. This morning was different–I saw the trees’ roots and could not keep my mind from wandering. I thought about how those strong roots are what keeps the trees from blowing away in the wind, and the soil they grow in is what keeps them alive.
During the fall, I experienced the U of A student section, and might I say it was a ton of fun. I watched the football game, spent some long overdue time with my besties, and witnessed Wilbur the Wildcat pole dancing. Getting into the game was a story unto itself, so let’s get started.