Hard to believe, but true. This weekend marks my THREE-YEAR anniversary in the Bel Paese. My oh my, how time does fly …
It seems like only yesterday I was packing boxes, overloading suitcases and stumbling my way through general greetings and basic Italian conversations and can I just say-I’m so glad that is a thing of the past.
My husband and me the weekend I moved to Calabria.
Right around the time of my one-year anniversary, I wrote a post describing the six things I love most about Italy and I’m happy to say not much has changed. I still get breathless at a new bella vista, enjoy a shot or three of limoncello every now and then and get outside for a peaceful passeggiata whenever I can.
But nothing stays the same. As time passes, our perspectives change and in amazement we wonder how we ever saw things differently. How we were different … how much we’ve changed.
Or in this particular instance-how much I’ve changed.
Since living in Italy, I don’t feel my temper flaring, my blood pressure rising, my blood boiling-quite like it used to. For the most part I’m more laid back … and I like that.
I’m not as materialistic. Don’t get me wrong-I still lust for Manolo Blahniks, Prada and D&G but I don’t live for them and I certainly wouldn’t sacrifice anything to have them.
As lost as you can feel sometimes when living on foreign land, I somehow feel grounded. I have a good sense of where I’m going and an unending faith that I’ll get there. And I know that even when bad things happen, I’ll come through the other side … with a smile.
I can’t say what the future holds-all I can say that is that today I am happy to be here. I’m proud of what I’ve done and who I’ve become. And at the end of the day, could we really ask for more?
How do you think visiting or living in Italy-or any foreign country-has changed you? Would you do anything differently?