Due Volto a Italia! Debere se in primavera o estate?

Title says (btw): My second tour of Italy (volto is like tour/trip/etc.). Should it be in spring or summer? (If my Italian is wrong, please correct me!)

So here's my problem... I want to go to Italy and I want my mother to be able to visit towards the end. I would like to show off my Italian as I show her around the places I've been.~ She went with me (and my grandmother) the first time I ever went and we both loved it. It was also a major great bonding moment for us. Especially because a few weeks before we left... She found out I had been cutting myself and got me a counselor. =w=;;

Anyways, I feel in love with Italy and promised myself to go back. Yay for Studying Abroad in college for giving me the opportunity~! I don't want a full year in Italy, so only a semester, and I also really want to study abroad in Boston. So a semester in Italy and another in Boston, one full year of studying abroad. Hurrah~

Now the problem that has arisen is that Boston is fucking cold... Like srsly, it's cold. I'm used to cold from my home town, but for the past few years it hasn't snowed as much and thus hasn't been cold as much (I know, cold = snow, but you know what I mean)... So my tolerance is dropping. I'm used to 40-50 degree weather, 30s-ish as well if I know I'm not going to be out for long. >.<;;

From what I read it tends to be in the 40-30s... But Ryu, my boyfriend, has me a bit scared it's worse. D: If that's so, I'm highly considering now a study program that's one month during the summer and then staying for a month after and traveling around on my own/ with month... That would let me go to Boston in Spring instead of the effing cold Fall semester... But then would it really be enough time in Italy?

All these thoughts I need to think about. I honestly think I should toughen up and just bite the cold in the face. 5 months in Italy... Can I pass that up just cuz I'm a freezing chicken?

" Stop, Go Back, Try Again" by regularjaneflying on DA. Please give all credit to her.

"I'm battle scarred... I am working oh so hard. to get back to who I used to be."

I was always a hard worker and determined. I liked having my fun and getting away with things, but I balanced it all out. The moment she started to die, towards the end of my freshman year in college, my grades job, my smile began to become fake, my weight increased, and my lack of care with the world started... The moments that I should've made happen with us, I let slip through my fingers like sand. I regret that a lot.

I also had something happen that summer that ruined me for awhile. I didn't honestly feel better about it till crying to my mother I said what I felt. I was afraid God would shun me for the sin and so I tried to hide from his eyes. I felt so disgusted with myself I gained weight subconsciously on purpose and I have this thing now where I hate when guys look at me...

But lately I have been getting more friends. I have been telling my mother everything. I am getting much closer to my boyfriend and Cj himself is starting to spend more time with us again. I still have a very long way to go, but I am realizing again just how blessed I am.

"Near to you, I am healing, but it's taking so long... 'Cause though [s]he's gone and you are wonderful, it's hard to move on. Yet, I'm better near to you."

I believe I have lived so far one of the best lives out there. I have been more blessed than maybe 1 million people out there. I can say this with confidence. Never once have I truly gone hungry. I have never not had someone out there thinking about me at least once during that day. I have people online and in person who know me so well. I have things to do and am never really bored.

I know most of my cousins well, my friends and I spend time together, my boyfriends a great sweetheart, and my brothers are definitely my brothers, we are close. My parents worry about me, my dad looking for cars for me, my mother freaking out when she doesn't hear from me in one day. My aunt letting me always do laundry at her house and feeding me. My aunts in cali, one letting me call them and helping when I was sick once, along with my uncle actually coming over and helping me feel better. My other aunt giving me an opportunity to go to Hawaii and San Francisco. My grandparents on both sides of the family paying attention to me.

My boyfriends never even met me! Three of my really close online friends haven't either, but we do so much for each other! I must have something about me, right? I need to continue thanking God, making everyone know how much I appreciate them, and for once, leaning on their shoulders when I need to cry. I need to stop holding it in and acting like I'm alone, because I never have been once.

I need to get up and start being myself again. I need to study hard and do everything that I need to do. None of it really was as bad as I was making it out to seem. Grandma, I will always do the one thing you always taught us: "Live life without regrets. Care for everyone and share the love. Always listen to your heart."

I will take your examples and form them into my own. I too want to live a life that like you, completely changes people forever.

"I only know that I am better where you are... I only know that I belong where you are."

Letting go is so hard...

"flying, lonely, days" by KalbiCamdan on DA. Please give all credit to him.

"[S]he's disappearing, fading suddenly. I'm so close to being yours. Won't you stay with me, please?"

My grandmother died in May this year... I am the type of person that hides all her emotions inside. Bottles them up so nice and tight she nearly forgets they existed at all. But then something comes along, nudges just a bit, and everything goes wrong. I said I was lazy last semester, but to be honest I was denying even to myself that I was depressed. I was going to lose my grandmother soon and I knew it. I prayed selfishly to God, for just one more Christmas, and then after he granted that, for one more birthday celebration. He gave that to me too.

I remember calling her up after my first A on my English 101 paper and Grandma laughing said, "I'm not surprised." I remember Grandma calling to remind me that Sherlock Holmes was on and me usually going over and watching them with her. Often I had to explain what was going on because they spoke so quietly sometimes even I had trouble hearing them.... But I also remember, missing her and visiting only once on the weekend I'm down there because I can see the way she is dying. I remember telling her I couldn't watch the show tonight, be it Jane Austen Theater show or Sherlock Holmes, because I am lazy at home on the couch, and taking her for granted...

If she was here, she'd be sad I'm thinking like that. She didn't like anyone to blame things on themselves. She didn't like to cry either. I don't believe once I ever saw her do so. It didn't hit me till last week, when I was afraid for Cj, that she was really gone. Suddenly, it was like I got punched in the lungs and couldn't breathe...

"Such pain as this shouldn't have to be experienced. I'm still reeling from the loss, still a little bit delirious."

Suddenly everything I'm doing is bringing me to tears. I went to McDonald the other day and thought "these fries are perfectly salted!" and then with my own tears salted them some more. I remembered that time Grandma wasn't supposed to have salt, and I snuck in some fries with her and secretly we ate them together. I can see her licking her fingers and smiling at me...

I relish, like a spoiled child, the fact I was the last person to show her the fall. We ate at Scholostksys, she got tortilla soup and a sandwich. Because I was vegetarian at the time, I gave her all my pepperonis. She praised the soup, I remember that she'd really enjoyed it. We went by Bonito lake and took tons of pictures. The leaves crisp and bright with color, red, yellow, and fiery mixtures. She talked to me and I was able to see nature the way she did, as one of Gods miracles and our greatest pleasures...

I put all of my hair up once, despite hating the lack of security my bangs gave me from covering part of my face, and she told me "I told you you'd look best with all the hair out of your face!" She was always wanting me to put all my hair up and to get "those bangs out of your face"... I only did it once, but I still hear her voice in my head when I am looking in the mirror and finding things wrong...