I have these wonderful moments lately daydreaming about my move to Italy. I can see myself walking over to a window, opening it up, and taking in all that is before me. What a magical feeling. The sights, the sounds, the scents. I have to wonder how anyone could not want to have such an experience at some point in life.

OK…now for reality. I am scared to death. Freaking out here!!! What the hell am I doing. Sure, I’ve done lots of last minute, half assed things. In fact, I’ve lived most of my life being irresponsible. That’s me…I’m irresponsible. This however takes the cake. I am getting rid of all my crap and leaving the country. THE COUNTRY!!! I didn’t even get a Visa. I have a one way ticket with NO VISA. Great…now I’m really freaking out.

Oh, and before I run out of steam here let me share with anyone reading this the real kicker…my birth certificate doesn’t even show my parents correct names. Am I getting that fixed? HELL NO!!! That would be the responsible thing to do. I am just going to get the damn thing Apostilled and then translated. Yup…you read that correctly. I am not going through the 12 week process of correcting it because I am also the queen of instant gratification.

So what’s my plan? I am flying to Italy with my one way ticket, American Passport, and my incorrect birth record. Once I am there I will collect my parents marriage certificate, their birth certificates, and Naturalization records. Then it’s off to the Wizard…which in this case is some guy at the Questura who used to steal chickens with my dad as kids. That’s my in…A POULTRY THIEF!!!