I had a whole blog post ready to go about all of the things I've learned in 2021. It was emotional. It was deep. It was about smiling more and, you know, being the person you needed when you were younger. But then I realized I was kind of full of shit so HERE WE [...]
I’m listening to Taylor Swift tonight. She’s my safe place. And yes, I did just yell out the bridge to Illicit Affairs. Don’t act like you don’t know the one. “DON’T CALL ME KID, DON’T CALL ME BABY. LOOK AT THIS GODFORSAKEN MESS THAT YOU MADE ME.” Yeah, that one. Damnit, she’s good. I need [...]
I started writing this at 4:18am because it was about 40 degrees in Florence and I couldn't sleep. And what do you do when you can't sleep? You remember that weird period of your life when you were a gymnast and would spend more time walking on your hands than on your feet. When I [...]
I'm not going to pretend like I didn't just aggressively storm away from my new home with a sweaty pink mask dangling off my face and Kiwi struggling to keep up under the blistering June sun because I found yet ANOTHER problem with the house and was convinced for a solid hour that someone had [...]
I have a confession to make: I have a really big cloud of darkness inside of me. Or maybe it's around me. All I know is it's kind of always there.
I know it might seem like I'm a social butterfly because I talk to my phone sometimes in my Instagram stories, but in the flesh, I'm a little weird. Not like WEIRD WEIRD, just a little introverted. I've always been this way. I love humanity and I love meeting people, but it needs to be [...]
A few days ago, I asked my friends in my Instagram stories what I should write about. I’ve been having a bit of a creative BLOCK if you will. I got a few requests for my Italian citizenship story so I knew the time had come to share the juicy details.
I thought I'd focus on the random acts of kindness that made my 2020 just a little bit brighter.
It’s been a hot minute since I’ve taken the time to sit down and write about how things have been going with my house renovation in Florence.
I know a lot of us expats post beautiful pictures on our Instagram grids about how much we lOoOoOoove Italy and we would probably lick the dirty cobblestone in our flowery dresses and espadrilles and ROLL AROUND NAKED IN FRESH GNOCCHI if Covid wasn’t heavily floating around the country, but the truth is, Italy has a lot of work to do.