If you want to truly perceive the fleetingness of life, move abroad. Today is November 2nd, 2015. I've been in Italy officially 11 months to the day. It's hard to believe it, even written down, even if I flip through my iCalendar and see the hard evidence, the little blue box permanently fixed into the December 2, 2014 square that reads 'move to Italy'. How can a year go by so fast? I've spent all four seasons now in Italy and Patti Stanger (the millionaire matchmaker, love her) always says make sure you know someone for all seasons before making any kind of forever commitment. Italy and I have had our ups and downs, our relationship as a "couple" reflects my relationship with Massi- in my heart of hearts, I know we're soulmates, the universe somehow conspiring to bring and keep us together. We may have our lovers spats from time to time, but the underlying passion tends to mend all wrongs, aided by a bit of wine and carbohydrate high (still referring to Italy here). Let it be said that you shouldn't commit to Italy if you've never spent a winter here. Summers are glorious and I wouldn't trade them for anything, but the autumn season can be gloomy and rainy at times, the winters (where I am specifically), lacking in sparkling white snow and glittering Christmas lights and annoyingly festive music. You'd be surprised how much you miss Mariah Carey when you don't hear what she wants for Christmas every five minutes... Massi has even said that given the choice between a Christmas in Canada and one in Italy, he'd pick Canada. And that's why I'm beyond happy to be headed "home" for the Christmas season, my flight is booked for December 2nd- exactly one month from now. It's a curse and a blessing to call two places home because I know as soon as I set foot on Canadian soil, I'll be missing the enchanting cadence of Italian surrounding me, my favorite cheeses that don't exist in Canada and expat friends. I'll be thinking of all those things surrounded by my oldest friends and family, while sipping on a steaming steeped tea from Timmys. The fact that I can even say such things makes me aware of how lucky I am and I really couldn't ask for more for Christmas. x
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Jasmine is a former pharmacist turned writer and wine drinker from Alberta, Canada living "the sweet life" in Bergamo, Italy.
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