My first attempt at moving internationally was about 10 years ago, to Paris, France, when I first started university.
Almost as soon as I arrived, I realized that France was, in fact, not where I wanted to be. After about a month, I’d withdrawn from college and made my way home, back to NJ, suitcases in tow. Continue reading The Joy of No Things
For the past year, I’ve been working with the wonderful group of people at italyMONDO to start the process of becoming a dual Italian-American citizen.
My family immigrated from Italy a few generations back. However, because they never renounced their Italian citizenship, my grandmother, mother, and I were all eligible for Italian citizenship through our bloodline. At least, that’s the very simplified way of putting it. Continue reading More than a vacation
When I was a little girl, I was obsessed with the idea of flying. When my parents’ friends would ask what I wanted to do when I grew up, I’d say, “I want to fly.”
“In an airplane?” they’d confirm.
“No! I just want to fly.” Continue reading I Went Flying