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		<title>By: ro</title>
		<link>http://www.notserena.com/2008/07/01/home/#comment-413</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 04 Jul 2008 02:47:51 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Hold on! Hold on! Hold on to the naivite...Yes, our (notice the plural pronoun there) skillset is applicable pretty much anywhere...save for Italy. Italy, as much as I love the country dearly, has a peculiar modus operandi when it comes to giving jobs (as jobs could actually be &lt;i&gt;given&lt;/i&gt;). Italians, unfortunately do not understand the word meritocracy, much less its deep ramifications. They also, by default, do not understand the word part-time and much less the concept of multi tasking. Italians are hired in a job and stay there their whole life. It is said that the working class in Italy is averaging the ages of 50-55. I don't want to break any dreams, it may very well be that a job could be found in Italy, a career? Not so much.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Hold on! Hold on! Hold on to the naivite&#8230;Yes, our (notice the plural pronoun there) skillset is applicable pretty much anywhere&#8230;save for Italy. Italy, as much as I love the country dearly, has a peculiar modus operandi when it comes to giving jobs (as jobs could actually be <i>given</i>). Italians, unfortunately do not understand the word meritocracy, much less its deep ramifications. They also, by default, do not understand the word part-time and much less the concept of multi tasking. Italians are hired in a job and stay there their whole life. It is said that the working class in Italy is averaging the ages of 50-55. I don&#8217;t want to break any dreams, it may very well be that a job could be found in Italy, a career? Not so much.</p>
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		<title>By: Serene</title>
		<link>http://www.notserena.com/2008/07/01/home/#comment-412</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 03 Jul 2008 22:09:11 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>@Kim - SF is a very lovely city. I can definitely see you there. For me, I feel a bit claustrophobic, but it was awesome living so close to the energy when I was in Sonoma County. I do love Oakland quite a bit too.

@Ro - Thank you for the kind words. And I can't even imagine how this dilemma would be compounded with a nationality struggle as well. Particularly when Italy has a certain allure and appeal that the US definitely lacks. Education and job opportunities can certainly be geographic, but I'd like to think that your skillset and your wisdom could cross any border. But I might be projecting, as I hope that whatever I learn can be applied in different countries as well. Since you and I are into similar things, I guess I'm holding on to my naiveté.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>@Kim - SF is a very lovely city. I can definitely see you there. For me, I feel a bit claustrophobic, but it was awesome living so close to the energy when I was in Sonoma County. I do love Oakland quite a bit too.</p>
<p>@Ro - Thank you for the kind words. And I can&#8217;t even imagine how this dilemma would be compounded with a nationality struggle as well. Particularly when Italy has a certain allure and appeal that the US definitely lacks. Education and job opportunities can certainly be geographic, but I&#8217;d like to think that your skillset and your wisdom could cross any border. But I might be projecting, as I hope that whatever I learn can be applied in different countries as well. Since you and I are into similar things, I guess I&#8217;m holding on to my naiveté.</p>
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		<title>By: ro</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 03 Jul 2008 04:07:46 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>There's much that I have to say about the particular topic of home, and I will begin that in a sec. First, though, I want to comment on the beauty of the language you have chosen in this particular post, words like idiosyncratic tendencies, Sisyphean task (Sisyphus was one righteous dude) and Tetris Stacked Piles of Panic and Doom. Good god, lady! That was almost orgasmic. Why? Well, I blame the first sentence of the post. Here I was reading, expecting some sort of sisterly bonding, since I happen to fall in love with my head (my own, and occasionally that of funky-cool glasses-wearing, hottie teachery nerds). In any case, on to the topic at hand...

Having lived in another country for many years (dang, I was born in another country!) and not having been the primary person in choosing to live in the States, I've felt, over the years, a little conflicted when thinking of home. For many years, home was Italy, the US just a place where I lived with my parents (mom most of the time) and where I went to school. By the time I finished my graduate degree, my skill set and my abilities were tied, inexorably, to living in the States (well, New York really) and I remember thinking that what I do for a living cannot be possibly done anywhere else; well, Italy. I still think that to a certain degree...and maybe my profession has tied me here, or maybe more important reasons such as feeling that I can and am capable of being and doing anything. A sense of individuality. A sense of acceptance for who I am. A sense that the possibilities are endless. That is what home is, to a certain degree. If you find the place where you fit, whatever that fit may be, that is home too.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>There&#8217;s much that I have to say about the particular topic of home, and I will begin that in a sec. First, though, I want to comment on the beauty of the language you have chosen in this particular post, words like idiosyncratic tendencies, Sisyphean task (Sisyphus was one righteous dude) and Tetris Stacked Piles of Panic and Doom. Good god, lady! That was almost orgasmic. Why? Well, I blame the first sentence of the post. Here I was reading, expecting some sort of sisterly bonding, since I happen to fall in love with my head (my own, and occasionally that of funky-cool glasses-wearing, hottie teachery nerds). In any case, on to the topic at hand&#8230;</p>
<p>Having lived in another country for many years (dang, I was born in another country!) and not having been the primary person in choosing to live in the States, I&#8217;ve felt, over the years, a little conflicted when thinking of home. For many years, home was Italy, the US just a place where I lived with my parents (mom most of the time) and where I went to school. By the time I finished my graduate degree, my skill set and my abilities were tied, inexorably, to living in the States (well, New York really) and I remember thinking that what I do for a living cannot be possibly done anywhere else; well, Italy. I still think that to a certain degree&#8230;and maybe my profession has tied me here, or maybe more important reasons such as feeling that I can and am capable of being and doing anything. A sense of individuality. A sense of acceptance for who I am. A sense that the possibilities are endless. That is what home is, to a certain degree. If you find the place where you fit, whatever that fit may be, that is home too.</p>
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		<title>By: kim</title>
		<link>http://www.notserena.com/2008/07/01/home/#comment-410</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 02 Jul 2008 01:54:09 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>although there are lots of cities in which i could live reasonably happily, i can say honestly that i DO get that butterfly in the stomach, nervous, excited, thrilled sensation about san francisco and thus ultimately plan to migrate there. i first visited ~12 years ago and immediately loved it. since then i've gone back every year and always feel the same. granted visiting is nothing like living in a place, so who knows if that feeling would end.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>although there are lots of cities in which i could live reasonably happily, i can say honestly that i DO get that butterfly in the stomach, nervous, excited, thrilled sensation about san francisco and thus ultimately plan to migrate there. i first visited ~12 years ago and immediately loved it. since then i&#8217;ve gone back every year and always feel the same. granted visiting is nothing like living in a place, so who knows if that feeling would end.</p>
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