So for those of you who don’t know the prologue of this story, here are the basics: three years ago I studied abroad in Hull, England and traveled pretty extensively. I fell in love with Italy and vowed that I would come back one day to try my hand at living there. Thanks to the actual Best Mom in the World, this hazy dream became a very firm reality back in August.
1. Are you going for school?
2. So you have a job over there, right?
Not yet, but I’m looking.
3. Oh, then you could teach English!
No, I really couldn’t. A BA in Creative Writing does not endow me with magical teaching skills.
4. How long will you be there?
That depends on if I can get residency here, which is like being a second class citizen. Hopefully at least a year, but I might have to leave after two months.
5. Okay, but…why? Why go all through that?
Because I just want to be somewhere else for a while.
This is usually the point where their eyes widen and they say, “Oh my God, that’s so…so brave!”
Crazy. They mean it’s crazy. But I’m alright with that, because I think life is more fun with a bit of crazy thrown in to spice things up.