Call me cheesy. A dreamer. Nostalgic. But when those John Lennon notes of War is Over start hitting the airwaves, a big lump develops in my throat. “And so this is Christmas and what have you done? Another year over, a new one just begun.” Those loaded words – what have you done? They strike a chord. Something so seemingly unimportant as a song lyric and yet here we are.
It’s that time of year again. For weeks before my annual pilgrimage home to Melbourne for Christmas and summer holidays, I always put this post on numerous to-do lists. As though it’s a burden; another thing to do before I fly out. How will I find the time to write it and select photos? What if I run out of time? And then somehow, it just comes together. Because just
I’ve said it before. I’ll say it again. Nobody ever said living in two countries would be easy. It’s by no stretch, the worst thing that could happen to you either! As I prepare to fly out of the city I was born and bred in, I can’t help but feel sad. Like for many of us, family is important to me. I come from a close-knit Italian family and
It’s just about 3 years to the day that I moved to Rome people! And what a ride it’s been! In this short time, I have met so many amazing people, made genuine friendships and worked extremely hard to establish myself in a field I am passionate about. Deciding to move to another country isn’t just something you wake up and decide. In fact it took me years. It takes
Departures always make me reflect. And especially when I leave Rome it gets me thinking of the year gone by. What I’ve experienced. What I’ve achieved. Again for me it’s been another jam-packed year of work, travel, new life, cultural and dining experiences, love gained, love lost, learning and discovering new things, and sharing it all with some amazing people in the city I’ve come to call home. I fly
Quick apologies for the blogging hiatus! I’ve been busy becoming an aunty while back in my home city of Melbourne (it’s really busy becoming one and being one!) And not to mention working, enjoying an Australian summer at our family beach house on Victoria’s Mornington Peninsula, mini-break-ing in Queensland, catching up with family and friends for dinner, lunch, coffee, brunch, drinks, you name it! It’s been a whirlwind, frenetic, emotional