teach taught preach praught
teach taught preach praught
i have been looking at apartments for rent in the city i will be moving to after graduation and i re-realized that i am always terrified before leaving to go abroad, i am scared sleepless every time. i don’t think i am ever less afraid, but maybe over time it has become easier to shut all those thoughts back up in the drawer of stupidness where they come from.
ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm i’m really excited about everything and all i can think about it traveling and planning and helping people with things and i can’t concentrate on my homework which really isn’t even that difficult just time consuming and so many good things that you can’t focus is a good problem to have but also i may need a sedative
the world is very potentially my oyster
I’m in the process of claiming Italian citizenship through my great-grandfather. He was born in Italy in 1905 and came to the US when he was 16. I have all these old documents, like his birth certificate which is hand-written in Italian on this really large, creamy paper. When I was showing it to Luciano, he unfolded it and held it up to the light. There were a bunch of watermarks that I hadn’t noticed before and one of them, running right through the middle of the page, says “REGNO D’ITALIA”, Kingdom of Italy. Before any of the world wars, while Italy still had a flipping monarchy. Damn.
I have his naturalization certificate too, which is the most important document, so thank God my grandfather kept all of this stuff. It’s so mind-boggling for me to think that my great-grandfather, who was still around when I was little and who I remember pretty well, literally left Italy and his parents and his whole life when he was 16 years old and came to the United States on a boat, got married, had a family, applied for and gained citizenship, giving up his own Italian citizenship in the process. He never went back to Italy and never saw his mother again. I have read about this kind of stuff in history books since grade school and it happened in my family. I exist because he decided to leave his country and find something else.
Another thing I’ve been thinking about a lot is the idea of citizenship and what it means. When I was first considering about doing this, my mom was worried I would have renounce my US citizenship (I won’t). I decided to go through the process because of the options it will give me in regards to work, travel and grad school. Even though my future Italian citizenship is doing a heck of a lot more for me currently than my US and not being able to get it would put a HUGE damper in my plans for the next few years, the idea of possibly giving up my US makes me feel very unsettled. This is home. This is almost all of what I know. I think about the zillions of people, my great-grandfather and many of my professors included, who leave their home country, and not just leave, but GIVE UP THEIR RIGHTS. Imagine that? You have to fill out twenty forms or get a visa or get questioned for half an hour at customs or what have you to go back to the place you were born? To visit your parents? Maybe I’m thinking about this too much, but I suppose the point of this post is that I am very grateful to my great-grandfather, Pietro Stumpo, who left an impoverished life in Italy and crossed an ocean to find a better way. He probably wasn’t thinking of his great-granddaughter, but I sure as hell am thinking of him.
just spent like three hours on tinder and boy was that a bad idea