Italy was a surprise.
I’d wanted to live in another country for decades but never imagined I would have the chance. After a rather devastating shift in my health that left me unable to drive, I needed to move to a place where I could walk to things, and where public transit was actually useful. I thought that place would be Seattle, a city I’ve loved for over thirty years.
During the summer of 2012, I couch-surfed across Europe to visit friends and ended my visit in the north of Italy, staying with my brother. Italy was an easy country to fall in love with. I thought I’d love to go back and spend a few months there exploring and seeing more of it. Early in 2013, my health took a turn for the weird and I knew I could no longer live in the home I’d had for nearly ten years. When I realized I would have to sell my apartment in Everett, Washington and move elsewhere I thought, “Why not try to move to Italy?” In October of 2013, I was granted a residence visa and I’m moving to northern Italy in mid-December.
This blog is the story of how it happened.