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| Me and Harris! |
Recently I read something about being an introvert that gave me so much insight into who I really am.
I read that introverts don’t dislike being around people, or being social, but they need quiet time to themselves to recharge. I love going out and partying, meeting my amazing and interesting coworkers, and spending time with old and new friends. But there gets to be a point where I just can’t handle it anymore and I need to be alone. It’s not that I’m unhappy around people, but it’s about having the balance of socializing and revitalizing myself on my own.
That said, I didn’t move to Italy, completely away from everything and everyone I know, to hide away in my apartment.
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| It was so packed full of people! |
This weekend after Friday’s apartment crawl (more on that another day), I could feel myself getting sick and I felt so behind on absolutely everything (cleaning, unpacking, planning the curriculum, laundry… you know, exciting things) so I spent the rest of the weekend getting settled and honestly I feel a million times better. Before that, I hadn’t had a day (I might have had ONE a few weeks ago) that I said “No” to plans and really let myself get back to a comfortable place. This week though, even though it was a school night, there were plans that might have been outside of my comfort zone but were just so amazingly necessary: Vogue’s Fashion Night Out in Milan.
Walking into the city at dusk was like walking into a different world.
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| Free Prosecco! |
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| I’m so glad to have finally seen the Duomo at night! It was absolutely amazing! Also, I should have worn heels… |
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| Living mannequins! |
From what I’ve heard, this years Night Out wasn’t quite as big or exciting as it’s been in past years, but if that’s the case I can’t imagine what it must have been like. Apparently, amazing. There was an “anything goes” attitude towards clothes, leading to fun people-watching. Women wore heels I couldn’t have stood in, let alone strutted down the cobblestoned streets in. Yet somehow the women in Chuck Taylor’s, harem pants, and crop-tops looked just as amazing as those with Versace dresses and skyscraper heels.
Mens fashion was something different, too.
I’m really not picky when it comes to the way men dress; I’m just as happy with a good ol’ wolf tee as I am with a button-down dress shirt. But there was something about the way the city men dressed and styled their hair and really paid attention to their appearance that I could definitely appreciate… It would probably get pretty old though to hang out with a man who spent more time getting ready in the morning than me. Other random Italian man facts: They are very forward and pushy if interested (I had one guy ask for my number probably 10 times the other night. I took his to make him go away and lied, saying I didn’t have an Italian number yet, and he still wouldn’t drop it!), and they pay absolutely no attention to their arms. I think mine have better muscle definition, and mine don’t have any at all. Sad Jesye 🙁
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| Having a few drinks before heading home for the night… those waiters were so good to us! |
Anyways, I really did debate going out for Fashion Night. I’m not a morning person at all and dreaded the idea of waking up the next day, and felt like I had a million things to do. It was such the right decision though! The people I’m meeting are so wonderful and fun- I got so lucky with this group! So I’m going to keep trying to put myself out of my comfort zone and enjoying this amazing experience. Woohoo!
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