It’s been such a long time since I’ve done this. I’m at my most honest when I’m writing so I think I’ve been purposely avoiding this blog because I was scared of facing the thoughts that have been swirling in this bilingual brain for a hot minuto. But I’m back and feel like it’s time to share all of the things.
Florence is the best, the worst and I am fiercely protective of her because I loved her first. Before all of the TikTokers were flooding your social media with travel tips about this already overcrowded town (you can include me in this because I am a sellout), it was just me and her.
She was mine.
Ever mine, ever thine, ever ours, you know?
But like most love stories, things change. That’s just the way life goes sometimes. Boundaries are pushed, and things break. And I’ve been a little harsh and judgy with her lately (her being Florence—my therapist and I have been exploring the complex and weird mother/daughter relationship I have developed over the years with this city).
I moved here when I was 19. I’m 34 now and the city I live in today is not the city I fell in love with. Florence is being crushed by tourism and it’s hard for me to imagine a future here sometimes. I know that’s not what a lot of people want to hear, but I’d rather be honest. Moving here was the best decision I’ve ever made EVER and I’ve built a life (and an incredible career!) because of it, but I am starting to feel a little trapped by the amount of people, the lack of housing and the spewing of vitriol from drivers and bikers as soon as I try to cross the street.
Some of these feelings have been coming up because I am approaching the 5-year anniversary of buying my first home in Florence. You might think that’s not an important anniversary, but in Italy, you have to pay capital gains tax and personal income tax if you sell property that was purchased less than 5 years ago. SO in a few months, I will finally able to start exploring the idea of selling my house and moving somewhere new (because girl I was NOT about to pay all that tax!). I feel so incredibly lucky that this is something I have the option and freedom of doing.

I used to envy expats moving to Florence for the first time because I longed for that excitement and love. I knew what it felt like to fall head over heels with a place and I wanted to experience it all over again. And I knew they were about to discover how healing Florence could be. But I haven’t been feeling that way lately. I still think Florence is perfect for travel and study abroad, but I do think it takes a bit of extra effort to settle down here and be happy. And maybe that’s just because I’ve been here so long that I’ve seen the good, the bad and ugly of this city. l guess I just lost my rose-colored glasses somewhere along the way.
And this whole not being envious of newcomers is a bit of a red flag for me—jealousy has always been my most powerful tool. You might think jealousy is a bad thing, but I’ve learned to really cherish mine. When I am envious of someone or something, it’s a very clear sign that I need to sit down and understand where the feeling is coming from and what is missing in my life. This isn’t about relationships—I’ve never been jealous of my partners. Instead, my jealousy comes up with things like home ownership, the cities people choose to live in, health and job freedom. But these days, I am jealous of people moving to bigger homes (with NO NEIGHBOURS!) in the countryside and who get to hear the sound of birds in the morning instead of 8am traffic. Does this just mean I’m getting old?
So what do you think? Should I move? Or will this feeling pass?
Please share your advice in the comments because I’m feeling a little bit lost.
P.S. I’m sitting here with a cold after a long and sleepless weekend in Milan so today, I’m a little envious of those who can breathe through their noses. I went to the Taylor Swift concert and I had the time of my life. If you’re lucky enough to have the opportunity to go to one of The Eras Tour shows, I beseech you to go. Best concert of my life.

Thanks for being here xx
Lisa

You posted this at a time where I think many expats needed to read it (or maybe just me). I just made the difficult decision to return home to the US this October, granted my time here has been all of 4 years, it was still a tough choice and realization to come to, especially having a partner of 2.5 years who will remain here in Florence. The feelings you’re feeling are beyond relatable… thank you for posting this and making me feel less alone and less crazy for my declining voglia to stay in this magical city. I still love her, but the thought of staying is now heavier than the thought of leaving. I wish you all the best with this impossible decision. 🫶🏼
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Hi Cassidy, thank you so much for sharing. Your comment makes me feel less alone! We have to remember that Florence will always be here, she’s not going anywhere. xx
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Follow your instinct and not your fears (if you have) cause we only live once. And one day you might ask yourself why you have stayed despite the red flags you are having now. And it might be a bit too late to go back forward. From an Italian expath in France. Bisous
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Girl this is it.
First of all, your decision to let yourself be honest with yourself, and therefore vulnerable is admirable.
I one hundred percent understand where you’re coming from, and know so many expats that feel the same way.
I used to live in Campo di Marte, and even that was too much chaos for me. I was considering moving back the US (space is SUCH a beautiful thing), and even tried to – it didn’t even last 6 months.
So I ultimately decided to sit down and figure out what I really wanted, in addition to what I felt was missing from the life I was living at that time. Nature and space turned out to be hugely important to me, but I wasn’t willing to give up the relationships qnd life I had worked so hard to build over the years here.
I ended up finding the the perfect solution for what I needed: Impruneta.
Perhaps you just need a change of scenery?
Whether it’s going back to Canada and giving a whole new life a try, or searching for a solution here, you’ll figure it out. You have thus far!
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”Florence is the best… because I loved her first.” Straight to the heart. She’ll always be there- reliably the same and different all in the same breathe. That’s her magic.
and yeah… welcome to mid 30s. Silence and space is everything. 😉
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I have heard from several people how Florence has become a “Disneyland.” Too many tourists doing stupid things and not respecting the art and architecture of the city being only the worst. I can imagine after so many years of a lovely, quiet life there, the changes must be disconcerting. In my mind, it all depends on what you’re looking for in the future: a bustling life filled with lots to do and see; a quiet contemplative, relaxing life; or something else/whatever. There are so many wonderful small towns in Italy, many of which are not likely to ever turn into a Florence (as far as tourism goes). So, take your time and think about what you want the next 10-20 years to look like. And remember, wherever you live, you can always go back and visit Florence.
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Florence has become a “Disneyland” thanks to northern American tourists. The funny part is that there are American tourists who also complain that there are not as many things to do in Florence as there are in Disneyland.
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maybe it is time to move to Siena countryside. You’ll be delighted by the best way of living. Come!!!
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I love Siena!! I don’t have a license, I need to get moving on that if I want to move to the countryside!
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