How I roll

Hello, I keep fading out. I am completely overwhelmed this chapter of my life here.  The first six months have been so boggling learning a  language, culture,  fashion, guys and bureaucracy!

I still feel like a fish without water, actually no that is extreme. I am not dying or on  the verge… I realized as I wrote that expression that it’s a horrible to image.

Okay where was …..I am an immigrant!

The first time I said this I paused. It’s  a profound thing. My parents did this when I was small so I had no understanding of what it feels like to say that sentence for the first time.

I think if you can be an immigrant for a spell is great experience despite the feelings of confusion, discomfort, enculturation  and the most diabolical……learning a  language.

I have enriched myself even though it was never my goal. In truth, I have no goals here or a logical reason why I am really here. When I am asked, “Why Italy?” My answer is very honest and truthful…I don’t know.

Really, I don’t know. I had a very good understanding of what life would be like here, I knew that bureaucracy would be my spouse, I knew the pay was low, I knew that the culture is slow, I knew that finding a job could be very.difficult, I  knew what housing would be like yet here I am.

I found a house in a trendy zone in a week, a job in two weeks, and bureaucracy is truly a motherfucker. I have friends here mostly other expats , Italians are friendly yet  the guys are more willing to  hang out than girls (Italian girls are not that friendly) and some nonne (grandparents). I am holding my own here.

Mangia

Mangia