Pupa Mia

When I was a baby, I slept and slept. I napped for hours and through the night. My grandparents scratched their graying hairs and asked my parents to take me to a specialist. Mom and dad laughed-this was the best of problems. Now, at twenty one, I still love to sleep. My friends joke with me, sing-songing "buongiorno" when I emerge post-nap with wild hair and drool on my cheek. It seems that everyone is emerging from their cocoons, while I am still in chrysalis. (The butterfly in metamorphosis is called a pupa and, strangely enough, little remy was called "pupa mia").

Today I got a gig blogging for EYP: the English Yellow Pages. A website dedicated to studying abroad, I will be imparting my experiences for all the world (ok, ok, maybe for a slightly smaller population). And so, in honor of EYP, I vow to nap less. A girl has to blossom sometime.