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I’m experiencing a little pre-Monday anxiety, so I really needed a window. These pictures remind me of me past and future vacation in beloved Rome.

Right at this moment, I’m enjoying the last beautiful minutes of a very relaxing Sunday, filled with nothing but sleeping late after an evening of wine and friends in the town square, then reading for an hour, getting a surprise visit from boyfriend, taking a walk through the breezy park at twilight, some TV and finally some dishes and loading the washing machine. Oh, and lots of eating in between. This day was pretty perfect.

I have to work tomorrow, and I’m not looking forward to it at all. I won’t be in my usual department tomorrow, which is men’s clothing in a department store.

Instead I’ll be helping in out in the young ladies’ department, where a group of insecure, perpetually ill-humored females works. With one exception, they all delight in taking out the ennui that marrs their dull lives on helpless (because inferior) university student interns.

There are a lot of us working there on on-call basis, because the job pays well, even though folding clothes and manning the cash register can be a tiny bit repetitive.

What can I say? I need the money. Whenever it gets really boring or annoying, I tell myself to remember the salary I’ll be getting. That’s my mantra.

What do you guys hate about going to work, and Mondays in particular?

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Nothing reminds me more of saying goodbye than trainstations do – well, maybe airports, but I don’t think they photograph as well. I see a certain tristesse in a trainstation’s uber-functionality. It’s as if you already were in a foreign city where you don’t know what the signs and lights around you mean.

I try not to linger at trainstations too long when I say goodbye because it makes me sad. When I feel like being a little melancholy, however, I go to a bridge across some railroad tracks a little ways downtown. I try to wallow in the bleak aspect of a maze of tracks that seem to lead nowhere. I usually don’t succeed because that bridge is a popular place for young people to hang out and drink beer. It can be really hard to find the right place to spin melancholy thoughts sometimes.

Do you guys like to be melancholy sometimes? Do you put on sad music or watch a movie you know will make you cry?

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When there’s a lot to do, I often have to cut back on my time for hobbies and other leisure activities like reading or hiking. I guess that’s just something you have to live with if you’re not one of the people courageous and risk-loving (and talented) enough to turn your creative hobby into a full-time job. I think doing something for a living often detracts from the pleasure we have in doing something, because it adds a lot of pressure. Deciding not to pursue a career in opera singing was probably one of the wisest choices I ever made. I am reminded of that every time I have a sore throat.

Still, whenever I’m really busy for a long stretch of time, I often feel a little like I’m losing myself (as well as just losing it when it gets really hectic). I guess one of the things I really like about doing creative stuff is that it reminds me of who I am and the little things that make life worth living, like finding a hidden stairway on one of my rambles up the hill where I live.

 

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Ruins

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So my cheap old camera was a little eccentric sometimes. It usually drove me crazy. I’m glad to say I’ve upgraded a little, but, being a poor student and all, my camera still isn’t state of the art, obviously. It’s not even an SRL. I have an old analog Nikon from the 90s for that.

In this instance, however, I kind of liked what my old cam did to my pictures, and I hope you do too.  It gave them some kind of soft watercolor brush because there wasn’t enough light.Image

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A mystic moment in St. Peter’s Church in the Vatican.

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