I wrote a while back about the idea of lost possible selves - the act of mourning the choices you don't make for yourself. I probably mentioned it back then, but I'm very lucky to have a younger sister upon which I can foist my missed opportunities.
My latest "I want to live vicariously through you" push involves this Masters program in art crime (solving it, not committing it). I got an email about it last night, which I promptly sent along to Erin, who responded that she's really considering applying. The whole program takes place over the course of the summer (next summer will be the first session), so it wouldn't even interrupt her architecture school. And who doesn't want a second Masters? Plus, it's in Italy!
So I am, obviously, excited for my future trip to Italy.
Which is where the food comes in. Just think of the food!