On the 2nd of May, I will have been living in Italy for 5 months. FIVE MONTHS. It's slightly more than what could be considered a stint abroad or a semester abroad and what I sometimes ask myself is whether I've been homesick. I realize that if one should need to ask herself this, the answer is probably no. Up to this point, I've not yet had a complete meltdown where I needed to curl up in the fetal position and eat tablespoons of maple syrup. But homesickness doesn't need to be extreme, it can creep up on you in subtle ways and can go unnoticed even, unless you stop to reflect on it. Last night, I had a wee homesick episode that consisted of wine-induced dancing (wait, better be specific since it's Italy...Montepulciano d'Abruzzo-induced dancing) to my favorite country summer songs and there may or may not have been cowboy boots involved. Thank goodness for Puffo who was a spectacular spectator. Truthfully, Puffo the cat has been quite a saving grace in preventing homesickness in my case. He provides endless company and divertimento (fun) so if you're an expat like me and know you'll be somewhere for a long, indefinite period of time, consider adopting an animal! And finally, don't be ashamed of admitting you're having a low moment. Wherever you are, we know it's not always sunshine and skipping through fields picking wildflowers.
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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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