I would love to pretend this Italian home renovation process has been an incredibly inspirational and educational journey, sprinkled in silver linings and dipped in expensive Italian wine with a side of spicy pecorino cheese, but it's been anything but that and I REFUSE to pretend I'm over here in Tuscany living my best life. This whole house renovating thing has been really hard.
Yesterday was my first day back at work since lockdown restrictions slowly began lifting here in Italy.
Yesterday was my 30th birthday. My original plan was to go to Southern Spain. Or Portugal. Or Ireland. But here I am, writing to you from my apartment, still in lockdown.
It's looking like it might be a hot minute until someone can take us all dancing and for juicy vegetarian kebabs…Italian lockdown has been extended until May 3rd, and I'm trying to keep my cool, but the cabin fever is getting real — even for a homebody like me.
Now that I've decided on Italy and been here for a few years, I think it's time to list all of the strange habits I have developed over time. Naturally, this list begins with food.
When I was 5, my parents sat me down at the kitchen table and informed me I would be going to French elementary school. Naturally, I was appalled.
When I was 19, I lost my mom and my brother to cancer — my mom passed away first in January of 2010 and then my 23-year-old brother Antony died three months later in April. I wish I could start off by telling you how I felt when it happened, the fucked up sad shit, [...]