Extreme makeovers: why we need them.

Where I grew up

One of the characteristic’s that Italians love most about the Americans is how open minded we are. Our straight forwardness, our sincerity, our transparence. I am not shy so being like this comes natural to me.

I have nothing to hide and nothing to gain by being anyone but me. This is how I like to think of myself. 100% me. All the time.

Yesterday, as I walked into my new apartment –  slash  – construction site I took one quick look around and did what was absolutely most required of me in that moment.

I burst out crying.

This may sound funny, and it kind of is but really it’s not. Because first and foremost everyone was staring at me like I had gone mad. And second of all I really felt as if I was going mad.

Because after months and months of following the work, our apartment still looks very far off from being lived in. As if that wasn’t enough, although the count down before ‘the move’ has started it seems everyone is going on vacation, as in Christmas Vacation, as in there will be no one working in those days.

Often when you live in a country that is not your own, you find yourself

wondering if things would be different back home, be better, more organized, easier.. maybe they would – but  then, we would find other things to worry about. That’s our nature.  I can tell you from experience however, that it is not easy to move to a different country as an adult. We tend to cling to what we know, what we were taught, yet we want to adapt, be accepted without losing ourselves. It’s important to find the right balance, a graceful balance..it can be frustrating, but we know that these are not the real difficulties in life. These are not real problems. These are minor inconveniences at most, the gateway to other stuff that we have been waiting to unload for quite some time.

About Cassidy_S

My name is Cassidy, I live in Northern Italy with my husband and 2 kids. When I first arrived to Italy the only thing I was sure of was that I wanted to live in this country, a country that is not known for its organization but is more beautiful than you can imagine!
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