Rome. By all means… Rome

A year ago I changed my life.

I stopped waiting for someone else to open the door or show me the way: I passed my arm between the bars and opened the cage myself.  

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I had a settled life in Southern Louisiana: very nice studio apartment on St. Charles Avenue, a good job I wasn’t passionate about but it was comfortable, a fitness routine that I wouldn’t miss for nothing (that was my escape to my quiet and absolutely boring life), some friends I couldn’t count on really, and a big closet full of beautiful clothes I never wore because I never went anywhere.

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And I quit. To all of it. I was the one reading day after day stories of travelers, of people who got the balls to do it, to leave it all behind. I became one of them.

I was grateful for everything I had, but that was not my happiness. I had a call. I wanted to see and change the world!

I wanted to be free, so I freed myself.

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Of course I was afraid for leaving my stability and security behind. But I learned somewhere, somewhen, that our home come with us and that we, with all our experiences and travel stories, become our own new home.

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And then I found her. After a long-long wait, years dreaming to see her with my own eyes: My beloved Rome.

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Oh how I fell for Rome. For its madness. For its ancient narrow alleys. For its noise and chaos. For the food and cafes. For the shouting and never-stopping horns. For the ruins of an ancient civilization that created the world we live in, and most of all for its passion. I fell head over heels for it.

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I was so convinced this was my place in the world that  I didn’t think of the practical things like: job, housing, expenses and the life style of the city.

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It was exactly like when you fall in love with that bad guy. You know deep inside it is not good for your health because you just love them a little too much and they just flirt with everybody. But you think you are the only one in their lives.

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And when you realize it’s not working out it’s too late and you have a rental contract for a year. You can’t find a good job that will allow you to attend classes and you really don’t like this chaotic kinda life… The24/7 shouting Italians drive your nuts  and this pizza and pasta are not good for your figure (Although the food was the BEST part. Specially the Gelato from La Romana aka: The best thing that happened to my stomach).

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So I love Rome. So much. Like we love some people that can’t be in our lives for our own sake. I love her so much that I could stay and love to hate her, like the rest of the Romans do. But if I stay, neither Rome nor I would ever be what we meant to: She, my favorite place on earth. Me… who knows?

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As I start to wrap up my life in Rome I have no doubt in my heart that when someone ask me which is my favorite city in the world, I won’t hesitate to answer:

Rome. By all means: Rome.

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