When Fabio (my husband) first brought up the idea of moving to the United States, I was in shock. I had never expected him to want to leave his home town, where he’s lived under the same roof (albeit with a remodel) all his life. He had given me the expected “I’d move to California if you didn’t move here” line a few years back when deciding where we’d give our relationship a real shot. It was a sweet gesture, but I knew it was done out of courtesy, and that deep down that it probably wasn’t true, and I that was fine with me. At that time in my life I was just about to graduate from college and was planning on moving on to another place, relationship or not, since I knew I didn’t want to live my whole life in California (it is quite a big state, but I felt like I needed to change it up a bit and learn about somewhere new). At that time in his life he had a stable job with a lifetime contract, so naturally it seemed easier for me to give it a go and live there (ah if you have to twist my arm about it…I guess I’ll live in Tuscany). Plus it would be hard for him to do what is considered here to be almost unthinkable (especially if you’re from a small town): move more than 10 miles away from where you grew up. But he, and the status quo have undergone many changes these last 5 years.
I moved to Italy one month after the great recession began in the United States and eight months later it caught up to me in Europe (and we all know how that’s going). I’ve experienced learning a new language on-the-fly, finding a job, living with my in-laws, a remodel, getting married not once but twice (same guy, 2 countries people!), making friends, driving (yea, it’s that crazy), adopting a dog, watching my husband work without pay and subsequently bounce around from temp contract to temp contract and much, much more. It’s been quite a ride!
I’d always intended to share everything with my family through a blog. This, however, was a great intention backed by little motivation. Basically, when it comes down to it, I have been super lazy. I can’t remember how many times I’ve been telling a story about something that happened here and my dad’s remarked “Katie, you should be writing all this down.” I knew he was right, but I just didn’t have anything really motivating me to do it. I’d always jot notes down in my journal with the intent of writing about it later. Well, better later than never I guess!
Faced with the fact that my time on this continent is rapidly coming to a close, I’m taking advantage of the deadline as well as my vacation to finally getting it out there. I’ve decided to call my blog “This Ameritalian Life” because #1 I love the radio series, #2 like the series, I’m going to write about random topics/people as they come up about life in America and/or Italy. From the daily grind to family to immigration, recipes, the people I’ve met (both Italy and elsewhere), things I’ll miss terribly, things I’m looking forward to as well as things I’ve learned along the way. I’m especially interested in taking the things I love most about Italy and seeing how I can adapt it to life in California. I feel like there are so many wonderful, simple, easy things Italians do to live each day a little bit fuller than us Yanks and I’m really intent on continuing/transporting as many habits as I can of once we’re stateside.