Okay, so I’ve realized I haven’t really properly said what this blog is about or who I am or anything like that. It’s just been a pretty good set of clues, so here it is, I’ll spell it all out.
Maybe this should just be an Ed Sheeran blog? Caution, extreme statement ahead.
I MIGHT be excited for a FIFTEEN hour plane ride so I can listen to good ol’ Ed… Yay 🙂
I couldn’t be more excited about my new Nikon DSLR D5000. I was going to get a 7200, but the reviews on the 5000 seemed better, so I am not the proud owner of my first real camera, as in, not a point-and-shoot.
Here’s hoping it makes it through my trip to New Zealand and Australia all in once piece!
Today was the first day I had my camera, a 20th birthday present, and so I carried it all over the farm to take pictures of the cows in our feedlot, my cat Daisy, and the general brown, dry landscape that reaches as far as the eye can see in every direction. I can’t say Eastern Colorado is especially pretty, but it has it’s moments of tranquility and I have always thought the sun feels warmer here than in Fort Collins.
I’m trying to think up a big trip to the mountains before I leave so I can really try out my new camera in some better scenery. Should I go to North Park? Wolf Creek? Copper Mountain? At this point I’d love to go back down to Wolf Creek because I have such great memories of the place but it is a pretty long drive so I’ll have to see how ambitious I feel in the next weeks.
If nothing else I can take it to Lory State Park near Fort Collins.
I’ll probably post a few more pictures of our farm, home, before I go. I’m going to miss it and I can already see myself pulling up my blog in Australia to look at these curious cows.
Any camera tips for me? I’ve heard the outback is great for getting star trail shots, but I’m not sure my camera will do that. Haven’t read the manual 🙂 Cheers!
Deciding to move to a different country has seemed pretty unreal at times. It won’t seem possible that I’ll just pick up and leave until I’m gone, and traveling to Australia has ignited some thought in me about where I come from.
Like most Americans I’m a big mix of different nationalities- English, German, Scottish, Cherokee, and Italian to name a few. It’s the Italian side that I’ve been considering lately. My last name, Aranci, is Italian. I am the last Aranci in the world which has always thrilled and terrified me a little. Seems like I ought to do something really great to let the name live on in history, you know? But who knows.
Anyway, my grandfather’s grandfather came to America from Italy, somewhere near Rome I think, a long time ago. And he ended up near Superior, Colorado. He shoveled coal off of a train and married a woman named Elvira.
I imagine him looking at Elvira after coming home some nights, his hands black from the coal and his face tired, and saying “We can do this.” The amazing thing is, they did. They made it through those very tough first years in America, homesteaded some land in parts of future Fort Collins, Colorado, and now their great-great-granddaughter has the opportunity to not only attend college, but to travel and see some of the world before graduating. I wonder what they would think if they knew all that hard work would trickle through the generations to lend all of Sam and Elvira’s lineage unbelievable opportunity and happy lives. But then again, I bet they did know and that’s exactly why Sam kept shoveling coal and farming and Elvira kept cooking and cleaning and resting her hand in solidarity on Sam’s shoulder after long Colorado days far from Italy.
If I ever I find myself in Australia and I miss my bus or get lost or hate my apartment I’m just going to think “I can do this.” Partly to tip my hat to my immigrant origins and the hard work they put forth for opportunities like this for me, and partly just because heck, if Sam could leave his homeland and shovel coal off a train in Superior I think I can handle going to Australia for a bit to study whatever I want.
I like the idea of studying abroad because I think it’s in line with my personal trajectory of history and who I’ll end up being because of where I’ve been, and because of a larger family, maybe national history.
Where do you come from? Where are you going?
My sister graduated from CSU yesterday! We went to Canino’s to celebrate, and if you’re ever at Canino’s, get the stuffed shells. It was so much fun to see a lot of our family right before Christmas, and I spend a lot of the night answering “So when do you leave?” Sarah, and English major, spent all night answering, “So what are you going to do with that?”
January 28, and Sarah can do anything she wants in this world!
Love my big sister. Everything she does I have to do, so I’ll be graduating CSU too (and with an English degree)! Go Rams!