Hello all, months have passed without any update but I've finally returned to my comforting home of Bologna. Spending time with work and play this summer was fun, and at first I was even disappointed to return.
It can be a difficult adjustment to be continually on the move. I really haven't been settled in a single place for over three months since college, and I'm even in my third different apartment in Italy now. I was uncomfortable with the uncertainty in front of me while waiting in the airport in New York due to my amazing summer, and the fact that I had no place to live upon my return. In addition, changes in my approach to life and relationships renewed many old friendships, and created new ones that would be missed.
The instant I touched the ground in Milan the concern of leaving everything behind again was gone. I approached the counter to purchase a bus ticket, and a smile came to my face the moment the conversation began in Italian. Strangely, I'd say that I felt more at home than I had in years. This unfamiliar language was so rewarding to speak again but also so comforting. Part of me wonders if it wasn't just my joy of speaking a foreign language that began my acclimation back to this different life. Maybe it was just an escape to another fresh beginning that left behind any unsettled issues from home that inspired in me a feeling of new life.
Recalling the hustle and bustle of some of the places of summer, I started to wonder if I was more suited to life in Italy. Being in the vicinity of New York City and its Connecticut suburbs was quite the opposite; an observance that was made when passing by a sign in one city nicknamed, "The City That Works." Italy may be described as the country that tries to do as little work as possible. The stark contrast helps add a little more perspective to life. I recounted a time at the beach watching a father ignore his children with his face buried in his cell phone. I remembered have a conversation with a South African girl in New York City as everyone flew past us at a speed walking pace in order to complete thirty seconds more of work. Feelings of the disconnect in social lives at home even made me a bit disgusted. The saying, "good things come to those who wait," passes through my mind as I recall my summer. There is no waiting anymore. We expect instant gratification in everything, and I had become accustomed to waiting in Italy. Waiting really made me appreciate life and being social, in person, not through electronics, much more. It wouldn't be far off to argue that life in Italy is not nearly first world compared to the US, but it is life. There were always little joys of returning home to messages from friends or sitting in a Piazza doing nothing but talking. I can't imagine there isn't a person reading this who doesn't love the feeling of a package arriving in the mail by surprise, or when you've been expecting it for days. I now feel detached from life when sitting in front of a TV or always receiving that instant gratification. Instant gratification wasn't always at my fingertips in Italy; therefore, I actively sought it out. It makes me wonder what the world we be like for generations younger than mine where they now grow up emotionally and socially based in an unrealistic digital world.
In my first few days back, I fell into contemplation on something I had never considered before. Did I really want to return to America? Unemployment and corruption is everywhere in Italy. So many Italians want to be in the US instead, but maybe I feel the opposite. Maybe my plans are changing. I could truly see myself spending a lifetime in a beautiful place like this.