Today’s post is about life in Italy. If I were to give a detailed description about what it’s like to live in Italy (as an American, as a woman and as a Black woman) this post would be neverending. Not that I mind, I love writing long posts but long posts aren’t everyone’s cup o’ tea. So here’s just a brief overview of what it’s been like living in Italy.
I’m joking. But really though, living in Italy has been pretty good. In every situation there is going to be good and bad, pros and cons and that’s just life. So I wouldn’t say it’s perfect and easy sailing here in Italy (I’ve actually never been sailing). But compared to living in London it has been very much enjoyable. The pace is slower, the lifestyle is all about enjoying life, food and wine. The culture is…interesting. I won’t go into that too much in this post.
I learned this lesson when I moved to Los Angeles all those years ago – every destination you travel to is super awesome when you’re vacation mode. Becaus you’re looking at everything through rose-tinted tourist’s shades. But when you live there for an extended period of time – when you become a resident and start paying real bills and taxes and dealing with the day-to-day responsiblities – it’s an entirely different story. Every night isn’t a party night. Everyone isn’t so friendly or welcoming.
So my life in Italy is very calm. Very normal. Sometimes very boring. I keep to myself, I work on my blog, Youtube and podcast. I work from home as an English teacher. I spend time with my husband and my cat, Paul. And when it’s time for me to travel and explore new places I do that. The food and wine really is the best part about everything for me. Italy really does have some of the best food, wine and coffee hands down. Compared to London, the cost of living is much lower and as the pace of the town I live in is also much slower. I love it.
For a visual of my day-to-day life, please check out my new video, My (Mundane) Weekend Vlog, which is part of an ongoing series. Feel free to subscribe to catch all new episodes!
They say it takes 7 years in a place for it to feel like home. I have a little less than 4 more to go I guess but I do feel like I’m on my way there. I can see myself staying in Italy for a long time without getting that itch to pack up and relocate. Here I’ve had the chance to really get to know myself, spend time with myself, learn to love myself and appreciate my own company. I’ve had the time and space to heal from past friendship trauma (among other traumas). By clearing out all that old baggage I’m able to make space in my spirit to actually settle down in one place and (eventually) call it home.
Life in Italy is good. There are good and bad experiences but for the most part things are good here. It’s a nice place to live once you get used to it.
I would say the only thing I still struggle with is finding good hair products for my natural hair. I order everything online so that’s no problem but it can be a hassle getting the brands I want – especially the Black-owned brands. Please feel free to comment or message me any Black-owned businesses because I’m serious about supporting as many as possible. But other than the hair thing, I have found that it simply takes patience and time to get used to a new environment.
I don’t feel homesick. In fact, I’ve had this running “joke” that my hometown is TBD for about 14 years now. I’m starting to think it’s not a joke. I haven’t been home in 6 years and I have no intention of going back. I don’t miss my old life or any of my past lives for that matter. I like looking ahead and anticipating what’s to come.
As much as I like the thrill of moving to a new place and seeing if it’s a match I am also at that point where I do want to call a place a home.
Maybe that place is Italy.
Ciao for now, lovelies!
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