So...things. Good things.

Oh man, I suck. As I was making the layout for this site I would get all snippy at Jackie like "you'd better not put my HARD WORK TO WASTE and not post" and here I'm the one who's being rather lame with the whole thing.

So, slight update -- I am employed! About a week and a half ago I got a call while I was on a bus from a strange Italian number, after hopping off the bus and fumbling around Piazza del Popolo, I hung up from my conversation with Hugo of Berlitz Intl. regarding a CV that I'd sent him. A few hours and one interview later and I was a contract employee of Berlitz EUR and the first full-time hire for the new language school at Tuscolana (which is a 4 minute bus ride away from the apartment). I cannot tell you how blessed I am to have this job. It's a full time job teaching English in an amazing, internationally renowned language school with room to grow and a salary I most certainly did not think I'd be making within a few months of being here. Let's just say that the people who live next door have been living here for a few years and advised Jackie and I that "you shouldn't expect more than 1.000 euro a month" and, well, I didn't expect it, but I'm more than thrilled that I'm working a legit job that pays nearly twice that at its base pay.

God's really blessed me, not only financially with this, but emotionally. I've been struggling a bit with resentment at the amount of money that I put into my university education and with the fact that most of the jobs here that I'd been applying for didn't make use of that degree. Berlitz requires its instructors to at least have a university degree, so it's been kind of a relief for me to know that those four years are really helping me live and have a job that I'm going to enjoy doing. So woohoo to that.

Other than that... Palermo needs to shape up and stop giving me heart attacks and, um, SOMEONE needs to stop leaving Zacca off of the national team sheet, and if that made no sense to you just ignore this paragraph. It is of no consequence.

Also, I pick up a WiFi signal in my laundry room. Go fig. But my computer won't connect to it. I don't know. But do not underestimate my insanity -- I *will* sit cross-legged on the top of the washing machine (for its 2 hour cycles) and surf instead of hauling myself to Trastevere. Oh yes.

Love you all,