“She doesn’t even go here!” one might say, and rightly so: I am back here more than a year after the last post. I am such a bad blogger. Much has happened between then and now, so much that one post wouldn’t be enough and, let’s face it, I am probably too lazy to recount everything in detail.
So, in short, I spent summer 2015 in Nice, translating that surgical anatomy manual: challenging, but somehow I made it, in spite of the landlady of the house where I was staying, who was a bit… trying. The manual was promptly nicknamed “er tomazzo” (“big (nasty) tome” in Roman accent, that sounds funny if you speak Italian, I promise), because it was big and never-ending, but the experience in itself was very useful and, for a 22-year-old translator, it looked quite nice on the CV.
Speaking of CVs, that’s a sentence that I have probably now heard more times than my own name: the last year at university has been full of career fairs, career orientation sessions, meetings, networking events and the like. UEA is very helpful in this, the people at Career Central couldn’t be nicer and understanding, although it sometimes felt overwhelming. I don’t know what has been more challenging, finishing my degree or trying to understand where I want to go now that I am a BA Modern Languages. Exams were fine in the end, much ado about (almost) nothing, the final results came in and I was super satisfied, hard work has paid off. Then, Graduation Day, 18th July, well, was a magical, magical one. Sunny and incredibly hot, even more so since we were wearing thick blue gowns and black mortarboards (and a pink hood. Why, God, why?!). It’s been quite emotional, saying goodbye to UEA after four fun, special years. I have probably just used the dullest adjectives in the history of forever, but how on earth can you sum up four years of amazing friendships, life-changing experiences around Europe and the world, glorious pub crawls and less-than-glorious hangovers in dear old Norwich, sometimes absurd modules and exceptional teachers? You can’t. You just say “Oh UEA is wonderful”, or rather hum it, and bring those memories with you for the rest of your life.
Now real life starts. After a rather blue summer, spent worrying about the future and sending out CVs with no reply (“That’s normal, you have to send out tons and tons before anyone answers”), I have started translating as a freelancer, to get some much needed experience to find something else. I will probably need to move abroad again, maybe go back to the UK, see what’s out there for me. The future’s uncertain to those who are not sure of their plans. Even going back to the UK and start a new life, all over again for the umpteenth time, looks like a bit of a daunting experience. Like four years ago, I probably won’t have the courage to leave until I am there. All I can wish for right now is that it will work just as fine. London is big and full of spoilers opportunities, perhaps it’s the best place to start over. In spite of Brexit, this big, big question mark making our future even more uncertain.
Perhaps I have been a bit unfair, though. My summer hasn’t been entirely blue. Apart from Graduation Week, I have gone places and had fun, with family and friends. I have been to Prague, elegant, rich with history and culture…
… the Dolomites and Verona…
I went to Bucharest, Romania, for a few days to see some cousins, and then to Venice – where I spent a lovely afternoon getting (almost) lost in the calli with my friend Stefano, my super guide – and its surrounding area, to see some of the Palladian villas that I had studied in my history of art course in school…
Plus, as per usual, I have made a decent dent in my to read list (David Baldwin’s Richard III) and watched some series and films. That hasn’t changed. I have been quite impressed with The White Queen, although it is a very fanfiction version of the Wars of the Roses: Elizabeth Woodville an actual witch, whose curses actually work, gifted with the Sight, like her mother and daughter? Oh, please… And [SPOILER] the finale with Richard III and Elizabeth of York, that was awful. Not because of incest, that was fairly common at the time (not between uncle and niece, true, but first cousins, very often indeed), but because it just came out of nowhere, it has not been confirmed as being more than just a rumour. Anyway, Aneurin Barnard as Richard, Duke of Gloucester and later King Richard III, Faye Marsay as Anne Neville and James Frain as Richard Neville, the Kingmaker, have been my favourites, it’s a shame that, for obvious reasons, none of them will be in The White Princess. Maybe just flashbacks, but I doubt it. Maybe Richard. Well, more Aneurin for everyone, he’s very talented. And really cute too.
Right now I’m watching Victoria on ITV, which is quite interesting, and I hope the next season of Once upon a Time will not disappoint me, although the focus on the couple Emma-Hook has been painful to bear, luckily there will be a double fix of Regina and Lana Parrilla to enjoy it.
The last big thing has been my short trip to London two weeks ago, to see my cousin and also Harry Potter and the Cursed Child and Kenneth Branagh’s The Entertainer. No spoilers in case anyone reading hasn’t read (very improbable, but it’s good to ask), just… wow. I am not easy to please when it comes to Harry Potter, but I can say this: it was worth the price of the ticket and going back to London (almost) just for that.
Now I’ll just wait for the autumn to start, to bring some new series. And yes, another job, possibly more permanent (please, EU DGT, take me into account!). And a new life. Post-UEA life, here I come!