1. 29 Aug


    medleymagazine: T-7 Days. It’s all there. Everything, all the essentials, I think I need to spend four months living in Firenze. Sans shoes and carry-on items, all of those things on and around my library’s leather lounge chair need to fit into one suitcase. I think I have a decent handle on things… now let’s just hope my luggage’s handle can hold up to the weight of my crap. I may have to sit on it to fully zipper up, but it’ll be a small price to pay. I can already tell from my packing attempt that this trip is going to be a learning experience for me in many, many ways. A small lesson will be in packing, but another will be in relaxation. Of this, I am certain, because I’m a workaholic. Hurricane Irene left my house without cable or Internet for about a day and a half, and while my mother was frustratingly coping with no news coverage, I was coping with the fact that I couldn’t access my work on my computer. Living in Firenze will be the ultimate challenge for me, as a workaholic, to time manage in a way I’ve never really had difficulty with before—balancing business with pleasure. I’ve always been able to have time for myself, in the ways what I want it, and balance my workload at the same time. Doing work for the publications I work for internationally and finding time to soak up all of the Fiorentina sun will be interesting. I’m going to have to do some sacrificing, some serious multitasking, or negotiate with The Big Man Upstairs to add additional hours to a day… or a combo of all three. Kurt Vonnegut wrote one of my favorite quotes of all time with, “Peculiar travel suggestions are dancing lessons from God.” No doubt, this trip will be one of my life’s biggest dancing lessons to date, but, as my friends will tell you, I always go out with the sole purpose to dance the night away.

    medleymagazine:

    T-7 Days.

    It’s all there. Everything, all the essentials, I think I need to spend four months living in Firenze. Sans shoes and carry-on items, all of those things on and around my library’s leather lounge chair need to fit into one suitcase. I think I have a decent handle on things… now let’s just hope my luggage’s handle can hold up to the weight of my crap. I may have to sit on it to fully zipper up, but it’ll be a small price to pay.

    I can already tell from my packing attempt that this trip is going to be a learning experience for me in many, many ways. A small lesson will be in packing, but another will be in relaxation. Of this, I am certain, because I’m a workaholic. Hurricane Irene left my house without cable or Internet for about a day and a half, and while my mother was frustratingly coping with no news coverage, I was coping with the fact that I couldn’t access my work on my computer. Living in Firenze will be the ultimate challenge for me, as a workaholic, to time manage in a way I’ve never really had difficulty with before—balancing business with pleasure. I’ve always been able to have time for myself, in the ways what I want it, and balance my workload at the same time. Doing work for the publications I work for internationally and finding time to soak up all of the Fiorentina sun will be interesting. I’m going to have to do some sacrificing, some serious multitasking, or negotiate with The Big Man Upstairs to add additional hours to a day… or a combo of all three.

    Kurt Vonnegut wrote one of my favorite quotes of all time with, “Peculiar travel suggestions are dancing lessons from God.” No doubt, this trip will be one of my life’s biggest dancing lessons to date, but, as my friends will tell you, I always go out with the sole purpose to dance the night away.

     

  2. 29 Aug


    (Source: lecataste)