My move to Italy Part 4

If you missed parts 1-3 read here: part 1 2 & 3

Where did we finish up the other day? Oh - yes, when I decided to go to Italy for a 6 week holiday.

I was so excited leading up to the trip, I could not wait to go back, to leave the Australian winter behind and have some sunshine in Italy. I was so miserable that I needed a good bit of cheering up! Before leaving my twin sister had planned and booked my itinerary (this was not because I am lazy - she had to do it for me as I was so excited I could not decide where to go.)

So off I went: Sardinia, Lake Maggiore, Rimini, Perugia, Vieste (Puglia) and then for the first time down to my dad's village in Calabria...and well...that was that.

Now hold on a minute! Don't start getting ahead of me... I said that I went to Italy for a holiday. I am not so 'fly by the seat of your pants' that I just stayed there! Don't forget I could not speak the language, I had all my things in Australia and I had my ticket to fly back.

Something however had changed the moment I stepped off that plane in London. I felt as though a weight had been lifted from my shoulders, I felt free, I felt happy. When I flew to Italy the next day I just knew that I would not be going back to Australia. I knew that I had to live in Italy. It was as simple as that. It felt as if I had no choice and that there was something pulling me, urging me to live there.

I had a whirlwind 6 week holiday and had to break the news to my twin sister and my aunt over the phone that I was leaving Australia yet again. (I was not intending to tell them over the phone...but it just happened - when I called my aunt I didn't even have to say a word as she knew what I was about to say!)

So I left Italy with a happy heart knowing that I would soon be back...but still not straight away. The pieces had to be put in their places first.