I am living in paradise. A beautiful place. From my bedroom window I look at the blue Ocean and the white sand of the beach across the street. From my balcony I can smell the sea.
I live in a beautiful place, so many would love to live this life. I am aware and I am grateful for it. I am immensely thankful for every second I spend here.
Life in Miami is laid back, relaxing and exciting. There are infinity things to do in town. Hip restaurants, bars, world-class shopping districts, people travel from around he world to come here. Yet, it is not enough for my heart.
I know how lucky I am. This is not about not appreciating life. It is about what my heart wants.
Many would say that I am living in paradise, but this is not my paradise. Mine is a chaotic, ancient and eternal city. Old as civilization. With narrow streets and alleys, with walls built up thousands of years ago. The home of old emperors, an antique luxurious walled city with its everlasting greatness. A living museum at open sky.
My paradise is across the Atlantic Ocean. We are apart again, and my heart ache for Rome day and night.
There I found myself. In Rome I feel life is unfolding in front of my eyes, everything is so alive and vibrant. Life is in sync.
Follow your gut, be where your heart tells you to. Yes, it will be challenging, and Yes you will overcome those obstacles. This is your life, and you deserve to live it to the fullest. Believe.
“Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere. They’re in each other all along.”
Rome lives in me, and we will be reunited.
“You may have the universe, if I may have Italy” – Giuseppe Verdi