After spending the week wondering ‘what if?’ last Friday I booked my tickets to go. For half a year I have been pining over living in Italy. I have never been and I don’t know anyone there; but there has been a pull, an attraction that I cannot shake. The seed had been planted and was deeply rooted in the ‘life dreams’ part of my brain.
I should do it while I can!
In ten years’ time I might be married with kids, I’ll kick myself if I don’t go.
I started telling people. I began researching. I did a Teaching English as a Foreign Certificate. I applied for jobs. I networked. I wondered if this would actually ever eventuate. And then I had enough of waiting; waiting for things to happen, waiting to live my dream.
So in a flurry of hyperventilating and adrenalin, I booked those tickets. I paced the house; shaking, crying, laughing uncontrollably, calling people.
What have I got to lose?
I am leaving in a month, via a California road trip en route to a Las Vegas hen’s party. The reactions have been mixed.
“Oh my gawd!!!”
“There are no jobs there.”
“You’re finally doing it!”
“You’re so lucky!”
It’s the last line that gets me. As an individual, if you were to look at the past five years of my life, you would consider me far from lucky; tragedy has had a way of sneaking up on me far too many times. But what I do feel is blessed, blessed that I know that I have choices and I choose to be happy. I choose to live a life filled with gratitude; knowing that I want to make the most of my time here, to make my dreams come true, to be true to myself, and to sometimes just take a giant leap of faith… Ciao Italia!
So I’m giving it my best shot. I’m setting out in the world once again. I figure that what will be will be, and I know that I will be ok with that. If I end up back home in a year, I know that I would have given it my all and if I do end up finding that perfect job, come and join me for a vino under the Tuscan sun!