About The Blog
Hello! So now you’re here. Maybe you’re wondering why? It might be because google knows how bad you want to move to Italy or that you’re planning to vacation here soon, or for some reason you’re drunk and searching for information on Zebra sex or how great it would be if I personally owned a Capybara. Regardless, you’re here. A little bit about the blog.
I started keeping a journal and writing short stories about my life about ten years ago. I wrote about that time a bum stabbed me with a spork on the bus, or the time I was sort-of kidnapped, or the time my mom told me about my “mostly” immaculate conception. Then after college I decided that it was time to move abroad. If I’m honest I just needed the experience. I wanted to live another life, speak another language, live completely independent of everything I’d known. I basically wanted to complicate the shit out of things. I moved to Italy to work on a masters degree, fell in love (super cliché), married an Italian man, and stayed.
I write about communication and how he calls sheets “shits” and beaches “bitches”, and culture like that time his mom ironed my thongs and romance like that time he chased me around a piazza with a guitar after we had a fight. This blog honestly documents my journey as an outsider trying to maintain myself while trying to fit in to my surroundings. I share everyone about how you can make the move to Italy yourself and what to expect, I cover my daily life, social commentary, news, art and many things pop-culture. It’s not a blog about the magic of Italy and how epically awesome it is because that’s what all of the other travel blogs do. Some days are magical and others, well, others are shit. If you want to know exactly what it’s like to actually live here this blog is for you.
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A Little Somethin’ About M.E.
I was born and raised in Utah, USA. I grew up with a very young, single mother, and a conservative, “old world,” Persian father. After studying literature and sociology in university I moved to Italy to study art, and Italian language. After finishing the program I remained in Italy for various reasons but in reality I think I’m just a glutton for punishment. I married an Italian man and started the clichè story of culture conflict, evil in-laws, and making a huge ass of myself on a regular basis. I work from home as a freelance writer (then why don’t I have better grammar and punctuation skills? I DON’T KNOW), and spend an unhealthy amount of time trying to understand my surroundings which seems impossible. These people are fucking crazy.
I also write a column for The Florence Newspaper, an English speaking newspaper in Florence, as well as on DirtyFilthyThings, a blog of essays and short creative nonfiction stories. I own a design company, Ossimori, and I’m an artist (Mourning In Solidarity). My favorite animal is currently the Capybara. Please tell my husband that I need one. I’m currently writing a memoir. I cannot cook toast without burning it because if it isn’t obvious, I have a severe case of ADD. Aderol me.