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What Was I Supposed To Do With This Blog?

If I remember correctly, I opened this blog in January 2017. At the time I was a young, hopeful anthropology student who thought she had something to say about her field of studies...

…but I didn't (and I still don't). So I moved on to the next idea: what about a commentary blog on TV shows from an anthropological point of view?

As it turns out, this would require a long amount of time - not time devoted to watch TV shows, which is something I do religiously and with a little bit of demonic addiction, but time devoted to studying actual theories that I could link to the shows I would like to comment.

Well, I realized I really don't like studying. At least not in an academically accepted way. You can imagine how fun it was to write my master's thesis.

So here's what I was doing in January 2017.
In the meanwhile, since January 2017 I have travelled a bit, visited the Maldives, had a lazy vacation in Puglia, moved to Portugal, somehow survived a Winter with no central heating, got sick in the mind and in the heart,  led a final camp on changemaking and active citizenship with other amazing AFS volunteers, got saudades so I paid a visit to Lisbon again and got even worse saudades, finished attendance at university, visited Andalucia, enriched Sorbillo's pizza fritta stand in Milan with all the foreign friends I took there to lunch, somehow survived a trip around Central Europe in Winter, and finally got my master's degree.

So now I can say (can I? Idk what defines it) I am an anthropologist...and I am unemployed.

Random pic of Piazza Navona in Roma.
One thing you should know about me is that I don't do well when facing life-defining decisions. It all started in middle school when they asked me which High School curricula I wanted to enrol in, and I chose the most generic one because "it will allow me to study anything I want in university!". Then I did the same at the end of High School, and at the end of my Batchelor's Degree, and...well I guess I am doing the same now.

Truth is, I like a lot of stuff and get overly excited about any new thing I take interest in. In my life I have pursued different aspirations: rug dealer (no, it's not a typo: I really wanted to sell rugs at the local market when I was a child), archeologist (Indiana Jones may be at fault here), novelist and playwright, actress, journalist, and many other things. Even now that I am all grown up (even though I'm not much taller than I was at 10) I am not really sure what I want to do - working in a NGO or in the marketing field, travelling the world as a digital nomad or staying home and wait for my parents to wed me to a rich landowner setting me off to live the dissolute life of the 1800s' wife I have always dreamed of. 

The Duomo di Firenze. Just because.
So you can see how difficult it can be for me to decide which kind of function this blog should have. I may write a rambling post about my one-day trip to the mountains and then the next day a long, angry entry on why Ted Mosby is one of the worst TV male characters ever created. 

What I can say, though, is that I will try to actually give this blog a direction. I don't like to share much about myself - what you read above is probably the most you will get - and you probably don't care much about it (as it should be, because why would anyone care about what I/anyone else do but this is an entirely different matter); what I do like to do is share parts of my trips, or my passions, or generally just stuff I like*, with people, so that I can pass on some interest or maybe even show a different point of view to someone. 

So, if you are still here, enjoy the ride! I have some interesting adventures coming up.

*We can argue though that sharing one's passions is a little bit like sharing one's deepest soul. 
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