Right. Every now and again I need to a post like this.
When it comes to blogging, I don’t actually know what I am doing. I never did. I started this blog almost a decade ago, when I was wrapping up my Master’s thesis. I wasn’t sure what I was doing. Things were really sporadic back then. Things got more regular when I moved to China, and I thought of this as a travel blog.
Alas, that didn’t last. But something resembling a theme did start to develop. Can I tell anyone, including myself, what that theme is? No. It’s the Supreme Court’s definition of pornography all over again.
One thing I have noticed is that I really suck at keeping a chronology going with this blog. This is mostly due to the fact that I seem to write in spurts, and then stop for a while. I am doing my best to stop that.
But the nature of my bad writing habits mean that every now and again I need to give a quick explanation of what is going on with the author. So let’s work towards that.
I stayed in Greece working, sort of, up till the end of 2020. I then moved back to Italy.
Italy is home, I guess. Except it isn’t. Nothing is home at this point. I moved back to the USA a few time’s in the teens and god damn did the place feel alien to me. It felt alien every time I did it. I have now moved back to Italy after not having lived here for a decade. The result? This place fucking feels alien. At this point, I just recognize that the whole world is going to feel alien to me until I commit to staying in a place long term. I don’t see myself doing that any time soon.
When I first moved back to Italy I moved in with my mom, which was nice enough. I owed it to her. Between 2013-2017 me and her were not really on speaking terms. As far as I am concerned, it was her fault, but who cares about that past history. I then continued to not really see her till just about 2020. We needed to make up for some lost time, and at this point she is the only person in my family I have anything in common with. I should enjoy that while it is still around. I am closer to forty than otherwise, and I have learned to recognize a thing or two about aging. But on the other hand, I am closer to forty than otherwise, and should capitalize on what little fucking youth I have left, and living with your mom is something that doesn’t really work to that. So I made the call to move back to Vicenza.
I don’t want to repeat the world Alien, but yea, that’s the sentiment. I got here just in time, as about a week or so after moving Italy shut us down into a stringent quarantine. But I work from home, so it doesn’t actually make all that much of a fucking difference. And thus, my boring life continues much as it had while I was living with mom. Only with more solitude. And a better attempt at a diet.
So, if you are even confused about what it going on with this blog, that’s a bit of an explanation for you. I suspect I will have to do another one of these before a full twelve months go by, as I think this is going to be a year of sudden change. And god damn, things are truly uncertain right now.
Such is life, I guess.