Home Alone

12 - 13 September 2016

Today was the day that my family left. I still don't feel the pinch, the little warning that is telling me that I'm on my own.

Can you feel the emotion?

I left the train station with an indescribable feeling. I felt that it was natural for me to be on my own, like this was my time to find and carve my path. I kept my mind clear as I made my way back home.

Maybe CocaCola is mourning?

This is my sidewalk

Wanna sneak a bite?

Today was the day I met some of the students from my faculty. The science faculty is located on a mountain in Trento. The building is called Povo Ferrari and I am quite proud to have come here. I hope that my classes will be here as well (just so my location will have the word Ferrari in it). It is unfortunate that there is no sign of a Ferrari here...

No Ferraris in front of the Ferrari building!

I met a lot of people today from different countries.  Everyone has their own problems and difficulties. One of the students had a nomenclature problem. His four names were not classified into either first or last name. Some of his names were just names; which of course, the European system has trouble understanding. It is quiet here in the mountains. But the students are bursting with life, vitality. Smiles mean the same thing in any culture and it is the best way to approach anyone new, or old for that matter.

Some people clicked with me right away while some just shied away I guess. Maybe the experience of meeting new people was just overwhelming for them.

My stronghold for now. Google brought me here.

(^__^)

I really thought that I could just go to the apartments in my building and say hello to those on my floor. I was looking forward to meeting new people and getting to know them. Maybe they weren't used to being in coed residences because some of them opened their doors underdressed. I mean, do they not understand the use of the magic eye? or did they do that on purpose? Some people on the other hand were just shocked to have a girl standing in their doorstep.

It is sad to say, but no one really clicked with me. Maybe it's because I was searching for a woman, and I found none apart from the ones staying in my house.

 Women are few here and required.

I think that every time we talk to people especially new people, we give them a little of ourselves and when we don't receive something in exchange, it becomes draining. Which is what happened to me I think. I rang about four doors and I was done for the day. Maybe I just had that much courage. Four doors, four bursts of courage to ring the doorbell.
To be fair, it is quite late now, 8 o'clock, and I guess people didn't want guests?

 So, I'll energise myself and come back to knock more doors tomorrow!

[I will be posting my next post every ALTERNATE day from today. Please check out the additions to my Milan, Italy blogpost. Thanks for reading!]