The first time I went to Italy, I was 23 years old. I left
for an adventure, for an escape, to find something, to seize the reigns of my
own life. It happened to be 2 weeks after my divorce papers were finalized.
I find myself on a plane today, heading to Italy again. I just
turned 31 years old. I’m going to Italy to see my sister who will joining me in
Rome and then to meet my brother who is studying in Milan. It happens to be 2
weeks since I vowed a commitment of marriage and we signed the documents
in a courthouse.
I couldn’t imagine the life that I would build when I was 23.
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