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Name: Cassie
Location: Firenze, Italy
Birthday: 5/9/1986
Gender: Female
Interests: reading, writing, running, tennis, frisbee, friends, family, internet, music, traveling, the spirit in the sky, analogies, water, anthropology, management, movies, driving, photography, eating, weather
Expertise: analogies, ask anyone
Occupation: Student
Industry: Business
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AIM:  cass b marks
Member Since:
12/25/2005
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| Gosh, it's amazing to be home. I don't think I am going to get any repatriation culture shock... at all.
I had a two hour delay Saturday morning in the Florence airport causing me to miss my connecting flight to Cincinnati from Paris Charles de Gaulle. Once in Paris, I waited in a long cue to be rerouted. I almost had to stay overnight in Paris and take the next earliest flight to Cincinnati, but instead they rerouted me to Atlanta and then to Pittsburgh. I finally reached Pittsburgh at a quarter after 11 and I was greeted by Mom, Val, and Val's mom. And then we had a nice 2 hour drive back to Dover. Oh, I lost my first piece of luggage ever, too. I've done quite a bit of airplane traveling in my day and this is the first time this has happened. The crazy part is I saw it in Atlanta when I went through customs band when I got to Pittsburgh--it wasn't there.
Yesterday, I woke up a went to church with Mom. Dad fixed a nice Mother's Day dinner afterwards. I took a short little jog and then Aunt Phoebe, Uncle Lynn, Craig, and Rachel came over to enjoy some belated birthday cake. Later, Andrea, Mom, and I went to Sunnyside so I could enjoy some barbeque wings. From there, it was back to the casa to await my luggage return (which it did get returned).
Now, I am back from spending the night/day with Andrea. The chocolate chip pancakes I made for us for lunch were--as my dear Florentine roommate, Bre, would say--bomb.
It's so good to be home. I can't say it enough.
Cassie
P.S. This is where this blog ends. I am done with the whole online journal thing. I write way too much in a hand-written journal I keep (Italian and red and leather-bound). If you'd like to keep in touch, you can call or e-mail. So, Ciao Ciao, until my next adventure abroad... whenever that may be. | | |
| All my bags are packed, I'm ready to go. . .
. . . Already I'm so lonesome I could die. . .
Well, at this point my bags aren't packed, I am ready to go, and I am not that lonesome, but I am leaving on a jet plane and it is definitely certain that I don't know when I will be back here again. But (haha) there is no one for me to kiss goodbye, tell to smile and wait for me here either, but that's a good thing.
24 hours from now I will be on my Paris-Cincinnati flight.
Barring delays, I will land in Pittsburgh at 5:21 p.m. EST where my mom and Aunt Phoebe will be awaiting me.
Now I will: go jogging in Cascine Park for the last time, shower, eat, turn in my cell phone, pack, and from there who knows... most likely be anxiously awaiting my 4:00 am wake-up call.
Ciao Ciao,
Cassie
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| I had a good birthday. The second that I have spent not with my family.
-Macklin matted some photographs she took this semester when we went to Viareggio and gave them to me--they were originals, even!
-The roommates got me a photo album that is decorated in a Florentine print. It is gorgeous and very thoughtful of them.
-Lauren gave me a shirt that she had been meaning to give me for a few weeks (haha) and a bouquet of daisies.
-I went to dinner at a trattoria just down the street from our apartment with Bre, Kim, Macklin, Kristen, Lara, Lauren, Michelle, Megan, and Erin called Acquacotta. It was real Tuscan cuisine. So gastronomically pleasing. Oh, and those 9 lovely ladies paid for my meal, too.
-I was bought drinks by Macklin, Bre, Lara, and Megan at Rex and Red Garter. It was a fun night.
Of course the various phone calls, e-mails, and facebook messages were much appreciated. I can't wait to have my 20th/Welcome Home party next week so I can see everyone from home.
(3!)
Cassie
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| I'll be on a plane home in one week.
5 finals. One birthday. One last night with the roommates. Those are the big agendas of the week.
Love,
Me | | |
| My head is spinning. I have 13 days left in Florence to do all the things I have neglected all semester. I am, as I have probably mentioned ad naseum, excited to be home, but at the same time... I am not. I am currently in limbo, and I'm afraid things this summer aren't going to be as great as I see it in my head. For example, I am finding out that a lot of people aren't going to be in proximity to me for a good portion of the summer, and I am eternally saddened. Of course, I am goign to make the best of it. I am going to hopefully spend a lot more time with my family than I have in the past.
Once I am home, I have to figure out where I am going to school. Kent is making things currently difficult, as is UT... both in different ways, unfortunately. There are pros and cons to both; maybe I should sit down and write them all out--that may help. I also have start working. I am pretty sure I have a job at ODOT again, but. . . I have been having this nagging notion come through my head. Call it God, or whatever, but I have been considering applying to be a camp counselor at Camp Wanake this summer. It's weird. I only attending camp there once (although I've been there a lot for family reunions, etc.), but in Florence I get this calling to be a camp counselor. (???) And as my good friend Megan said, "You shouldn't ignore things like that." She's probably right. I don't feel especially qualified to work there, but I may still apply, if I still can that is. It's the same strong calling that made me decide to go to UT, decide to go to Italy, and decide to transfer to Kent. I really should keep following my conscience, it's been good for me--or at least character building--thus far.
Cassie
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