Milano!

I just came back to Rome after a quick two-day trip across Italy.

I went to check on a future store opening and then I went to Milan in the evening. A brisk walk to the hotel and then out for late dinner and drinks with one of my best friends from Florence- Tommy.

We had dinner at a small Abruzzese restaurant (L'angolo d'Abruzzo) where I among other things had to try the "wet mozzarella", a semi dissolved mozzarella which tasted mainly of creamy milk. The sensation was not so much of the taste but more of the weird wetness (almost perverse I have to say, it even made me blush)! We had booked the table based on a tip from a guy working for Tom Ford. I had hoped to see Tom there but I guess he's to gorgeous to frequent places where ordinary people go. :)

Then drinks at a local trendy gay bar, Mono, where we met the Italian Ryan Gosling! He looked just like him, just not as tall (after all, he was Italian). Gorgeous. It was his birthday and we celebrated by having him buy us shots, haha.


Great evening with a great friend. We always laugh our heads off together.

Also, I have to say, I think I picked the wrong city. I don't feel at home in Rome, the city is beautiful but it's hard to live a modern life in an ancient city. It's like living in an open space museum. And the smell. Gee. And the public transport. Milano on the other hand, it was like an Italian Sweden. Wide streets, fresh air, open spaces, friendly people and quick traffic. Darn.

Photos from my new life in Rome!

Change of routines

Sitting here, two steps from your door, hoping you won't appear. On my
way home from a chaotic evening and I'm not in my right mind to see you.

I loathe the fact that we live in the same city. I hate that our roads
entwine. I hate that you stepped on these cobblestones proabably
minutes before I did. I wish I didn't have to walk where you walk, be
where you are, see what you see.

I'm changing cities. I need to get out from under your shadow, need to
find a place where it's all not connected to you. I need a place which
doesn't make me think of you. I'm leaving. So tired of this.

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All I can conclude from my last attempt of meeting someone good, nice, sweet, caring and normal is...
..
..Never, I mean, never, date an architect.
When things go bad the whole city he's working in is a minefield of emotions. Just seeing one of his buildings, or one that reminds you of one he's done, makes you want to quit it all.
Paranoid perhaps, but today they were taunting me. And I felt silly.

It wasn't worth it. Those initial sweet moments that I wanted could last forever, they only make me feel even more stupid, even more silly and they make me question everything.

And now, when I try to get myself back up again he sweeps right in and shits all over what's left of me.

Mostly, I'm disappointed in myself for being so sweeped off my feet.

This one will take time to bounce back from. But I know that once I do, I'll be stronger than before.

Wild hearts..

He has updated his Facebook status for the first time since the end of November- just days before the nightmare began. Two days ago he wrote " Sono l'uomo più fortunato al mondo" which means "I'm the luckiest guy in the world". I wanted to vomit. I know he moved on and that I am just a fading bad memory he'd wish to erase. But still.

When is it enough for two people not to be friends anymore? How much does it need to hurt?

Just waiting for my latest broken heart to heal, just waiting for that day when it will stop hurting, when my heart won't skip a beat when I get a text message. I don't think I was well enough to meet someone new, and especially not ready to have my heart broken a second time.

A friend shared this song with me a couple of days ago. She said she'd thought of me.

I absolutely love it but I can't stop listening to it now.

Bracelets!

Look at these lovely stud bracelets I got the other day! Gold and silver studs and snap buttons! They come in five different colours but I had a hard time finding any as they were almost sold out already!

Only 1,95 Euro, at an H&M Kids' department near you!