Venezia Mi Chiama

Venice, Italy

Lately, I have been having major pangs of wanderlust for Italy. And I feel that the word pangs, and all its connotations, is a perfectly justified qualifier for my current situation.

I am extremely heartbroken that I won't be able to return to Venice with two of my very best friends at the beginning of next year. It's something that gives me a heavy heart just thinking about because I really wanted so much for it to work out the way that I pictured it. Freezing our bums off in a gondola on the Grand Canal, hanging with the pigeons in Piazza San Marco, being on the Rialto Bridge once again, getting lost on the sinking island, and finding that one bus boy who said "Ciao Bella" to me at my tender age of 14 (a girl never forgets something like that.)
Nevertheless, a literal Winter in Venice is not in my destiny...

Yes, I took a picture of the infamous Venetian pigeons.

I am so sad, and my best friend knows it. But honestly, I really have no right to be. It almost seems to slip my mind, every time, that Europe will eventually be my playground. I guess I'm just so eager, and want so much for that to be right now, that I forget to be grateful and faithful.

I am going to see the world, it's my destiny. Or at least, I believe that it is. That is why I literally jump onto any opportunity when it's presented to me, and consequently, deal with the backfire of realising that it's just not going to work out this time. And just like in basketball, if you don't get the rebound, your opponent will. 

I've learned to look for the bright side of every failure, every embarrassing situation, every unfortunate event. Because there is always a bright side. Whether it's the rainbow after the rain, or the belief in love again after a heartbreak; it's right there waiting for you to notice it.

Now let's get back on topic, shall we? These pangs of wanderlust for Venice. I think it's just fate mocking me. The Rick Steves' specials on PBS, that I just happened to come across on television the other day. They even broadcasted an Andrea Bocelli concert on there (which I had to watch for obvious reasons..) The postcard in the mail for a cruise on the Mediterranean with an advertised stop in Venice. A picture of the Grand Canal on Tumblr. And an Italian family living 30 minutes outside of VENICE contacting me about their interest in me to be their au pair. Coincidence, I think not.

At the end of the day, who even knows what all these signs really mean. Whether they're all just coincidences, or some premonition of the near future, I've learned to just let these kind of things fall into place. That's generally my mindset on life: if it's meant to happen, it will happen.

But seriously, you can't ever go wrong with Venice.