One Tree Hill

There is this song called "One Tree Hill" that I love. I know it's terminally uncool to like U2 but I've always had a soft spot for Bono and his restless melodies. The Irish foursome reminds me of my dad lying on our velvet couch, tapping his foot. You see I've been staving off the Sunday blues; my family departed this morning for America and its bounty after a perfect week- a huge Thanksgiving dinner at Via Annia (props to Wendy for cooking a perfect turkey and seating fifteen), strolling with An, and philosophizing with dad. I can't help but seriously be thankful. When I was leaving for Rome, I felt so anxious about the life awaiting me. Would I be able to converse? Learn the train system? Survive? I think I have. As I strolled through Monti with the fam, pointing out vines and treasured spots, I had to stop and pinch myself. You just never know how things will play out. But if you keep yourself open, just like Bono says, you can't fail.