Crossing Paths.

Isn't it weird to be walking through a huge crowd of people on a daily basis and having no idea of who all those individuals are? They just happen to be at the same place as you at the same time. Maybe you are completely different but you definitely have something in common: something or someone brought you both to where you are now. 

Lately, I started to believe that everything happens for a reason, even if that hurts us and makes us feel miserable for a little while. I just want to believe that there is a positive outcome, we just have to be strong enough to be able to wait for it to materialize. 

Some of my friends make fun of me because I change my mind fifty times before I make a decision, but there is a reason why I am like this. I believe that decision making is serious because everything we do now leads us to what we will be doing tomorrow and I want to make sure that I spend enough time trying to figure out if that is actually what I want to be doing. 

It's funny because all my headaches are the result of endless time spent deciding where I want to move next but "normal" people suffer from headaches for different reasons, like bills or lack or something or whatever. 

I've so many plans for next summer, and the following fall, that I don't even know what I want in the first place. I want to have plan bs because things just not go as planned sometimes, but on the other hand, I'd like to have fewer options because I just struggle to decide what I want. I only realize I truly want something when I just can't have it anymore and so I work my butt off to prove that I can, somehow, make it work.

So, when I was moving to Great Britain I flew from Milan to London with British Airways. As I was waiting to board, I took a picture of the queue I was in and sent it to my siblings complaining about the fact that my flight was going to be delayed because I was still on the ground when the gate was supposed to be closed already. As I land in London I can hear this girl asking the staff how to get to terminal 3 and so I pitched in and asked her if she was headed there for the same reason as I was. It turns out that she was also going to study at my host university and that she was also Italian. Weeks later I was going through my pictures and I found the picture of the queue and realized that she was literally a few feet away from me. We were both there for the same reason and we didn't know until we were abroad. Wild. But this is not even the first time that I meet someone and find out that we have been at the same place in the past, we just didn't have the chance to meet back then. In June 2013 I met a friend of mine outside Paramore's concert and the year after I met a girl, who's now one of my best friends, who was also there. And I could continue for hours...

Your turn. What's your story? Have you ever met anyone and realized that you could have actually met earlier than when it actually happened? Also, do you believe in destiny?

- Cris

Interning at a Video Production Company in the Unites States of America.

I must admit that sometimes I wonder if all the decisions I've taken over the past few years were the right ones. People want the things I have and I want the things they have. It's weird, we all have something but we always want something else.
Thinking back, I'd have never thought that I'd be here by now. I've always been interested in the film industry and now I am in the USA doing an internship at a video production company, how cool is that?

Sometimes I question whether it would have been better to study at home or elsewhere rather than Denmark, but then again, if I wouldn't have done that I probably wouldn't be here at this specific moment. I would have never lived in Worcester probably, which would have been a shame because there I've got to meet amazing people. Something bad can actually turn out into something good in the long run, even though it is hard to see that when we are in pain.

Anyhow, I've been receiving texts from friends and family who want to know what's it like to be working for a video production company in Denver. "What is that you do exactly?". Up to today, I haven't done much. I've been reading old files and watching previous spots to kind of get a feeling of what the company is like. I've done a location research as well as photo researches for a few documents we need to put together for a bid. I haven't been on set yet, but I'm sure that I will have the chance to do so in the next few weeks. I think that part of the fun is being able to be a member of a nice team. There's always a smile on my colleagues' faces, there's always food in the office and everyone helps one another when needed. 

My first impression is that I will have the opportunity to meet a lot of people, freelancers from other parts of the USA, like LA, often come and go and this is really cool. I believe that my official position is "Production Assistant" which in simple terms means that I am always available to step in and help with anything on set, from carrying equipment to making sure that everything is in the right place, and in the office.

Given the fact that I live a few miles away from Denver, to be able to get to work I had to get a driver's license, which is the coolest thing ever. In this past couple of years, I've been doing a lot of stuff but one thing was missing: driving. Given the fact that all my friends stayed at home, they had the time to get a license, but I didn't and I always kind of felt like if that was still something that I needed to do, but now I've done that too, which means that I can drive not only to work but wherever I want or need to, which is really cool, especially here in the West where public transportation is unknown.

- Cris

Living With A Host Family Or Living Alone?

Everyone thinks that living on our own is the best thing ever, and in some ways it is, but for other reasons, it can drive you insane. I've been an exchange student both in high school and university, so I experienced living with a host family but also living on my own. Both experiences are useful and definitely make you grow as a person, but there are surely some differences between the two.

With A Host Family.
Living with people who are willing to open their home to foreign exchange students is very cool because while you will try to learn your host language, make new friends and study in a different language, you will have a group of people that will support you just like your family back home would - or at least this is how it should be. By being hosted by locals, you will get to learn the customs and traditions, you will be introduced to other members of the family and friends, which will be a great opportunity for you to expand your network.

By Yourself.
When I went on Erasmus, I had my private room in halls. My flat was composed of one kitchen, two bathrooms and six bedrooms. I loved it because I had my own space and whenever I felt like hanging out with someone I could just go to the kitchen. Living on my own was good because I was the one in charge  of scheduling my appointments, making my own food, and so forth. At my home University, I shared a studio apartment with another guy, but I highly preferred to have my own room in a shared flat. Depending on how you see it, living in halls was a pro but also a con. Since I was an international student, I was put in the International Hall, which made it harder to be friends with locals. Even so, it has been cool to meet all kinds of people from all over the world. Eventually, I got to meet Brits when I started working as a sales assistant, so everything worked out for the best.

I am now curious to hear different stories. Do you prefere to live with a host family, even in college, or to live on your own? and why so?

- Cris


It has been a while now since I've been a high school exchange student and there is nothing I can do to go back in time and live it all over again, but I sure could move back to the United States and that's exactly what I did, about one week ago.

I've been receiving messages from friends asking "Where are you?" because it is getting hard for them to keep track of all the things I do and places I go to. January 9th I left Italy and I arrived in the United Kingdom, which is where I flew from when I arrived in the United States the 18th of the same month. So yeah, three countries in ten days.

Prior to Christmas, I wasn't ready to admit that my Erasmus was over - also because technically it still wasn't, due to the fact that I still had assessments in January - so I went back and I made the most out of my time there. I moved back to the States because I've been offered an internship at a video production company in Denver Colorado. This means that I get to live with my host family again and that I can bring the exchange experience to the next level: I won't have any program rules to follow but most importantly I will get a license so I will finally be able to drive places without being a burden to people. Instead of going to high school, having to deal with teen drama and all that kind of stuff, I will drive myself to work, get work experience in what I am studying and learn new things.

I've been back for only a week but it already feels like I've been here forever. It's unbelievable but I feel like I am at home and, honestly, I couldn't be happier. I've been really busy with meeting everyone again and reading the Colorado handbook. In fact, I've already passed the driver's written test, even though the department of motor vehicles still didn't issue my permit. If you are also considering getting a license in the USA and are over 18 you need to go to the DMV (no appointment is required - at least where I did it) and bring all the immigration documents, which in my case were DS2019, I94 form, SEVIS receipt, and passport. The only issue is that you need to wait two weeks from your arrival in the USA before you can actually get your permit, I didn't know that and so now I will have to wait until next week for that, even though I already took the test and passed it.

Anyway, hopefully everything will fall into place one day or the other. Lately, I've been thinking that everything happens for a reason. I thought about a few things that I was denied of a couple of months ago. At the moment I felt like that was such a bummer but, in the long run, it has been a blessing. Because of this, I will not lose hope and I will continue "a testa alta".

- Cris


It’s time for another goodbye. It seems yesterday that I’ve waved Denmark, yet today - or yesterday? I haven’t slept so according to my sleeping schedule it is still the 17th - I left Worcester and in a few hours, I will fly to the US, the country where everything started in the first place. It’s been a while now, but I can promise you that I will never get used to saying goodbye to the people I love. Goodbyes basically play a big part in my life as I am constantly on the move. If I have to be completely honest, I am kind of fed up. I’m tired of having to deal with the awful feeling that comes right after a “take care, keep in touch”. I want to find a place worth staying and spend my life at, and this is probably why I am moving for the fourth time: I still haven’t found one where I see myself growing up.

As I’ve been traveling whilst studying, my friends feel like I’ve been basically on a longish gap year because I’ve done things that people normally do whilst on one, but because I’ve been studying I don’t really consider whatever I am doing a gap year. This is why I actually decided to take a break from University once I come back to Europe from the States this summer. I want to have the option of moving somewhere without feeling the pressure of studying or having to be elsewhere after a specific time. I want to buy a one-way ticket and don’t even think about leaving. I want things to fall into place by themselves without having to think about them too much.

I am at Heathrow Airport now, have been for the past six hours and I still have four to go, then a ten hours flight. Ohh, the things I do. I’m tired though. I’ve been watching a couple of TV series, I’ve been listening to music, I’ve been napping for a couple of hours and now I’m passed security writing. I don’t know exactly what to feel. My stomach hurts, I just want to get on the other side, but at the same time, I still haven’t realized what is going to happen. I am conscious that I am not going back to Worcester, and that hurts, but being at the Airport makes me feel even worse, as if I were nowhere, like in a limbo or something. I normally love whatever I feel when I step in an airport. Usually, I feel powerful, energetic, ready to go. Now I just want to leave. I’ve way too much time and I end up just thinking about stuff.

“Home is where your heart is”. In other words, I’m literally heartbroken. I’ve left a piece in Italy, one in the USA and now one even in the UK. Sometimes I think it would be awesome to merge all my lives into one; to be able to live in an "x" place and have all my beloved ones within that same place ...but traveling comes with a price and this is why I’ve got a host family in America, best friends in South America, Europe, Asia and so forth. 

I spent my last day in England at Malvern Hills. I've hiked with the wind blowing against my face, I've stepped on fresh snow and I've looked over the countryside from the peak. I guess this is also why I feel a bit tired now; not only I haven't slept but I've also hiked a few hours before taking the train. To be fair though, I don't regret going because it was probably one of the best days of my British experience, a day I will remember forever.
I’m done with the sad stuff though, it’s time to think positively. I am headed to Denver because I will be an intern for a video production company. I will get a driving license and I will be able to finally get a 360° experience of the States. Stay tuned to see where all of this will take me.

To Be Continued.

- Cris