April 1st, 2008
Two years ago today I was in Florence, sitting on a train (to go visit relatives in Pistoia and later Lucca), confused, crying, wondering what this big change was that was taking place inside of me.
I longed to stay in that city, that country. I needed to be there. It was me. This was the beginning of a huge shift in my life. Everything I had made important in life was no longer important. I just had to move to Italy.
It’s amazing to think of all the things that have happened since then. I went home, remained anguished for another month and a half and one day, on Memorial Day to be exact, I sat in front of the computer and did it – I booked a ticket to move to Italy for that September. It was 2006.
A whirlwind of changes took place. I gave up all of the previous security I had created for myself, with my apartment, my relationship, my job. And I went to Italy.
I threw myself into the arms of Perugia and its tango community and they embraced me with all their hearts. I opened myself up to the riches of the earth on a daily basis. I flourished as woman.
Then an Argentine man swooped in from Seattle, reminding me of what it is to be in love, and I suddenly found myself in Buenos Aires instead. After some time I found myself back in Seattle, Exhausted. Trying to catch my breath and make sense of what was around me as the American world ran past me, my relationship falling apart.
I became a translator.
And now here I am in Buenos Aires, where I’ve been since the beginning of February.
I’m preparing to move back to Italy in September.
These past two years have felt like two months. They also felt like an eternity.
Life is strange.
Delightful and strange.