• Why I Moved

    I was 17 when the thought of moving to Italy first crossed my mind. It was August of 2008, and I had just spent three wonderful weeks on vacation traveling the boot with my family—stopping briefly in Venice, then making our way down south via the regional and Frecciarossa trains to visit my grandparents. This was not my first time in Italy, as my parents had been bringing my brother and me to their hometowns nearly every summer since we could wobble on two feet. This was, however, the first time I fell head over heels in love with Italy. I can’t even pinpoint what it was that made me…