I have been silent. I have been living like an extrovert and it has had a toll on me. Much has happened yet it feels so minuscule in the grand scheme of things.
I left Italy. So I thought. I quit my job packed my things and came back to America. Only to have remorse. I wasn’t super upset just afraid of how I would manage in a country I haven’t lived and work in 2 years . I started writing a plan of what my possibilities could be…..however travel is a part of me.
I decided to work in South Korea. I ordered what documents I needed and apostilled everything. I just needed hand written reference letters -sounds easy and yet slow. I was ready mentally to take the leap. I passed all the requirements and interviews so far. I started reading up on the lifestyle and culture of the country. I started following bloggers full of experience there. I was ready just needed the letters from my last employer.
I received one reference by snail mail, the other two would have to come from Italy. No problem, I thought . I knew I was returning to Italy for the last of my things.. yet they are now my new starter kit.
I know that my ex -boss doesn’t move st a useful pace. I figured I would have to physically pick up the letters. I called her and made the arrangements. Everything seemed on track.
My ex -boss decided she wouldn’t honor the request for reference at the last minute whether out of sheer laziness or selfishness I cannot say. She left me hanging which halted the possibility of working in Asia for now.
All of these events happened literally two days after returning to Italy. I was nervous about what to do next. Then it happened..friends came to my rescue; people I have met and bonded with over the past two years. They helped me brainstorm, gave me room and board and helped me find employment while I tried to figure out my next course of action.
I can go back to Usa and create a life and I probably will when the time is right. I don’t know if its just fate or my selfish desire to be in Europe. I just know I am here-in Rome Italy , once again. Romeing the streets , drinking the vino, fighting with the metro, kissing a Roman, working a stereotypical expat job all while sipping on a caffè macchiato. The only question is where will I grow from here?