I was born and raised in the rainy island city of Victoria, Canada, where I dreamed of escaping to some more cosmopolitan metropolis almost as soon as I was old enough to understand that there was a larger, infinitely more interesting world around me. I remember flipping through encyclopedias and my parents’ National Geographic magazines as a child, devouring articles about life in far away places and mentally placing myself inside images of New York streetscapes or narrow European alleys.
In high school I zeroed in on Europe. Paris, in particular. And yet, somehow, years later – after getting a degree and establishing a career – I found myself impulsively deciding to move to Rome. I say “impulsive” because the decision was based almost entirely on a six day visit and a lifelong love for pasta with a heavy feeling of instinct and overall rightness mixed in. I knew very little about the culture. I knew almost nothing about the language. But when something feels right, powerfully right, I am inclined to take large steps in the dark. And so I quit my job and started my own business, sold my car, sold my furniture, encountered the Italian bureaucracy for the first (but certainly not the last) time, and, in September 2012, arrived in Rome.
I’ll save you the suspense: It all turned out well. Approximately four years in, I can tell you that Italy is a complicated place, swinging unpredictably between incredible beauty and immense frustration. I can also tell you that I love it here – that I feel at home here – even more than I imagined I would. I could try to explain it all on this page, but that might take a while to write, and frankly, I’m not even sure I can explain it all. But I have stories to share – moments and experiences and thoughts piling up inside my head – and so I’m going to try to write about it all.
When I’m not designing websites, I enjoy exploring new places, cooking and eating (perhaps eating slightly more than cooking), lingering at tables in quaint cafés, and trying to capture the world around me in photos and words. Lately, I speak Italian more often than I speak English (thanks to my non-English-speaking boyfriend), I am starting to understand what it means to slip into a no man’s land between two cultures, and have decided that for all the influence the Italian culture might try to exert on me, I will never abandon what my Italian friends refer to as my “Canadian efficiency”.
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