Italy
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My apartment is located outside of the center in a little gated community near Campo Di Marte. We moved here because it’s “nice and quiet.” Bullshit! We’re sandwiched right between crazy and some opera-singing-asshole upstairs. Our landlord downstairs is going…
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I’m a firm believer in establishing boundaries. It’s a necessary evil since most people aren’t as altruistic as we’d all like them to be. In order to have healthy relationships with ones partner, friends, or family it’s often required to…
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I never anticipated depression or a constant feeling of isolation and let me tell you guys, it sucks! Some days I feel like ME and other days I feel so crazy that I think I should check myself into a crazy house.
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I notice the root of my way of thinking, my way of acting, my way in dealing with problems the longer I live here. Now, I have something to compare it to. I’m getting ready to apply for my husbands…
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First of all, let’s get one thing straight. Your Italy and our Italia are not the same thing. Italy is a soft drug peddled in predictable packages, such as hills in the sunset, olive groves, lemon trees, white wine, and…
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small town near Cassino. I took off my wedges. Old lady yelled at me and chased me down the street screaming something about my feet breaking.
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I’m often asked to compare Italy to the United States to give people an idea what it’s like living here. It’s not easy to do that without generalizing a lot because like the US, every part of Italy is different.…
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I woke up at six a.m. to write this, then I sent it to Francesco for commentary just to give him a veto option. He’s very conservative, not like republican conservative, but more like “oh my god what will people…