I write these lines just a few hours before leaving. California is waiting for me and I am so badly excited I'll suggest a few songs I'm listening to countinuously:
Led Zeppelin: Going to California
the Byrds: If you're going to San Francisco
Otis Redding: The Dock of the Bay
xxxx: California (the one going "California here we come" all the time)
Speaking of me, I have thought a little about my feelings before the atlantic step, I do believe the anxiety before departure is much more invasive (even though less strong) than the other times I was leaving, not because of the length of my stay, but instead for the state of mind I reached here in Rome. Last time I was leaping into mistery I needed to. The years in Rome got me so filled up of shit I couldn't really breathe. Now it is a much more voluntary choice, not forced by the environment so in a way I feel really it was me to pick this one.
I hope to be able to write as much as I'd like about this country of real mistery I'm going to. It's been years I wanted to visit the US, I always thought in a way our educational background comes from there so it'd be cocky and ignorant to speak about something without knowing the subject.
My luggages are ready, all familiar faces have been seen and kissed. Only one day away from America.
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