I didn’t have a blog post planned for this week, as I had some personal things happening and it was a holiday weekend, so I thought I’d share what I wrote for Instagram today. I was inspired by finally living with my windows open, hearing the birds outside and the cool breeze blowing in.
missing the mornings of waking up, throwing open my window to the sounds of the liceo across the street, breathing in the fresh air with a hint of pine, and basking in the roman sun for a minute. maybe enjoying a homemade yogurt while filling in my journal from the night before. getting dressed in whatever I felt inspired to wear that day (always dressed to impress when living in italy where street style rules), a touch of make up, my green coat I had bought quickly before a trip to london, and debating a scarf for a few seconds, depending on the weather. skipping down the marble steps and out to the garden of my apartment. saying ciao to the kitties that seemed to multiply by the day, and making my way to the street, passing a bucket set out by someone cleaning the sidewalk for spare change, and the gas station attendant who would be filling up for someone without fail. I’d inevitably turn and walk up the hill past the bus stop and the small tabaccheria where I renew my phone each month and the bar, then over the ridge where I would begin my long downward descent into trastevere to meet a friend. admiring the foliage and the view of the cityscape spread out before me, eventually finding a spot for an espresso and a cornetto to watch the world go by on a normal weekday morning in rome.
Have your own memories of expat life? Share a favorite moment below, or on Instagram, and tag me.