three years ago, on 28 october 2016,
I MOVED TO ITALY!
and i guess you could say
a lot’s happened since then
• my husband and i self-renovated a large villa that had been closed up for years (mold and peeling plaster just two of the issues), living in chaos and dust and unpacked boxes for close to 8 months
• we stood in numerous immigration lines, attended italian cultural classes, endured house inspections (electrical, plumbing, medical), and more . . . all in order to obtain our first 2-year permesso di soggiorno (permission to stay)
• we waited 10 weeks for our 40-foot shipping container to arrive with all of our stuff from the u.s., unloading all of its contents (with help from a few local men) by making several trips across a busy street (on the same day the health inspectors arrived with their clipboards and stern expressions!)
• i’ve made many close new friends, sadly losing our wonderful next-door neighbor earlier this year to illness
• i’ve felt overwhelmed again and again and again having to adjust to a new country, a new language, a new culture, the metric system (for determining the distance between points and for cooking and for buying things and for figuring out the weather forecast), the euro currency, the 24-hour clock, a different date format (DD/MM/YY >> some initial confusion over food expiration dates), on and on and on . . . though i obviously knew about ALL of these things before moving, the impact was immense when encountered all at once
• i’ve embarrassed myself over and over and over with my limited italian language skills, but have continued to study and learn
• i became an italian citizen (in just 3 years, as opposed to the usual 10-year process, based on lineage through my italian grandma)
• i started offering travel-size (5-day) mini online courses
• i began moderating a facebook group for women from all over the world to connect with each other (and have developed several online friendships as a result)
• i’ve had a few issues with my health, and a few experiences with the somewhat-confusing-but-oh-so-affordable national healthcare system
• we’ve made three trips back to the states, every summer, and have taken one fun excursion to austria (with our two sons in december 2017)
• i’ve expanded my wellness coaching business by offering THE ARRIVAL, a week-long retreat in my home, and have hosted FOUR so far! (all amazing)
• we’ve welcomed many visitors into villa magnolia (reuniting with our sons each christmas)
• we’ve explored several different places in italy (with so many more waiting for us, in this country and throughout europe)
• i reluctantly entered the devastating world of grief & loss once more, when my dad died 4 months ago
• i’ve grown much tougher, braver, stronger
a few people have expressed to me
how quickly the time’s gone by
my response?
it seems more like TEN years!
that said, though i feel
as if i’ve aged a bit,
i also know without question
that i’ve lived a whole lot
“you can’t do anything about
the length of your life,
but you can do something about
its width and depth”
~h. l. mencken
Love this essay, April. So heart felt and full of honesty. Proud of all of the guts and grit that you’ve spent living these past 3 years. Thanks for taking us along on the ride.