Sep '04 - Nov '06
Back home, back to Italy.
Everybody i know in london seems to be ok, and it's a blessing in the tragedy. funny how close it feels when you walk past the places they show on tv, even if you're not there now.
Here it's bliss, a slower pace of life in the sunshine, the hills make a good job of looking good and protecting the city from the wind coming from the higher pressures of the south.
i managed to find a job, small place, as good as it can get here, really. A dead scene in the old boot, i am sorry to say. The ideas floating around have risen, grown and died ten years ago in the rest of europe. no research, no avantguard, a headstrong dealing with the day to day, the missed deliveries on site, the bureaucracy, the clients.
suddenly the important things in life are others, my girlfriend, my friends, going to places. it almost feel like the attention has shifted back from what will (the future) be to what it (the present) is to be, to live in the "now", to feel good, and to be able to escape the worries and the plans.
My Architectural conscience is not screaming, but quietly complaining, yet i am happier now than i can remember being for a while.
is it possible to have a happy life and a satisfactory relationship with Architecture here, without lobotomy?
i will answer in a few years i guess.
not much to do with uni, i know, but i am on holiday after all...
have a good summer everybody.