I am leaving in five days, and it hurts, and nobody understands why. In the end I spent last three years complaining about my miserable life in Rome. Where I haven't been happy. There was so much into it: feeling alone, not working, missing friends and social life done in my way, imbalance in a couple life (his work, his friends, his family), Italy itself and of course lonely maternity. And now I finally achieved my goal: I go back to my city, my work, my friends, and... it doesn't feel great.
Three years is a lot. Leaving feels like taking a big part of me away. In the end it's the city where my daughter was born and where she grew up and where I learnt to be a mom. I am partly Italian now. It hurts to leave everything behind and it's so scary to go back.
There are many more thoughts and feelings but I will stop here. Vacanze romane are officially over.
No comments:
Post a Comment