Night and Day

I watched this Cary Grant movie last Sunday, in Italian of course, so someone should watch it and tell me what it is about in English. It is Sunday, Dominica, and I have little to do. I dont have any homework and no shops are open. I will proabably end up watching a movie or organizing the huge closet I have. My clothes take up like 1/8 of its possible storage.
I promised to write nearly every day, but today is pretty slow. Well, a friend of mine sortof asked what it was like to have everything be so different. So I guess Ill just babble about my feelings for today's blog.

Sometimes I forget that I am here, in Milano. I always feel like I am having an out of body experience, because the Keyne I know, or knew, didnt do this. She wasnt adventurous, she hid behind her mother's legs for at least 5 years. She loves her friends that she has always had for ages. She has always avoided any type of drama or new experience. She LIKES staying at home and just reading, she likes the simple stuff. So why is Keyne doing something that is so unlike her character? Throwing herself into a completly uncomfortable situation. She will no longer have anyone's correct answer, there wont be any friends who find her clumsyness or short legs a no-longer-noticed attribute. No one knows that she always loses her belongings, or that she loves olives, or that she can barely whistle.
So, how do I build an identity, if the choices that put me here, are so unlike the identity that I know? How do I feel opaque again?