leaving for london tomorrow morning, at the stupidly early time of 7.16 (which means getting up at 5.45, damn), but it's all worth it right? at 9 o'clock i'll be coming out of the eurostar thingy and kissing you! and it's only the second time ever someone comes to pick me up from the station! :p
still listening to john mayer and the flaming lips a lot. my two new loves. :) why do i always obsess over a couple of albums and only listen to those over and over again? i'm listening to other stuff as well though - i have discovered rilo kiley, emiliana torrini, the dears, k.t. tunstall... and i can recommend them all!
if there is something i've really started doing in the last couple of years is building myself a culture in these sort of things, music, films... but i've still got a long way to go, i'm missing too many classics! it's a shame, i know so little of both the english and the italian classics, music from the 50s, 60s and 70s. sometimes i think i didn't really have a culture growing up, there's so much stuff i missed because of moving and different schools. not that i regret it, but i do think, one day, i don't want my kids to move around like i did. travel, yes, and go to lots of different places, but grow up in one place. have a hometown. i always find it confusing when i'm asked what my hometown is, and in a lot of ways i think i'd find it very reassuring to have one. i don't really consider rome anything but the place i spent 10 years in that i don't really remember, i hated paris too much when i was living here to feel any sort of affection for it, and i feel at home in london like nowhere else but can't call it home because i haven't been living there long enough... i don't know, it doesn't confuse me (doesn't make me an asshole like certain people i know...!) not to have one place to call home, it only sort of... makes me nostalgic for something i've never had.
lol, i've started talking about rubbish again. it's funny, i never plan my entries so i always end up talking about completely random stuff. it's liberating though.
speaking of liberating, refreshing, and just plain nice, i can't wait for tomorrow! the white white loft! i'm coming! and seeing sameen tomorrow, probably, and sophie wednesday, and then all of my friends on friday night... it's gonna be great. i'm bringing way too many clothes as usual, but fuck it, i don't have to carry my suitcase around too much so i'll be ok. :)
yesterday was a down, today is upward, and tomorrow is going to be such an up...
sometimes i get tired of this rollercoaster, but hey, i can't change it, so i might as well enjoy the good stuff when it comes along. my new motto?