I’m sitting in a comfy private car, being whisked away to my classic Milanese studio. It sounds a lot fancier than it really is. The reality is that “my studio” is only mine for this week and if I don’t find an apt by Sat I may be Homeless in Milano. And as for the cab, well little Pri wasn’t sure how well she’d fare with two fifty pound bags, a 30 lb backpack and a disgustingly heavy Longchamp (although I’m quite proud of how I did manage at the airport.)
As I was landing I realized I feel completely unprepared for this moment. This moment that I have been excited for for so many months (and working towards for so many years.) I guess I have somewhat of a game plan, but really I am just winging it. Today I have an apt with a housing rep at my school – first order of business, find the school. Then begins the arduous process of filing paperwork with the post office and the police so that I don’t get booted out of the country earlier than I would like, and a little task of opening a bank account here. I think only after getting that started, and catching up on some sleep, will I be able to start being social and meeting up with my classmates. But I am so excited for that, and as everyone is slowly trickling in this week it does make me feel a little better to know that many of us are in the same boat. I can’t be the only one who feels a little overwhelmed right?
“Omg, I’m in Milan” moment of excitement to follow as soon as the jetlag wears off.