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AGAIN AND AGAIN (ITALY)


I go back to Sydney, March 23, 2010.

One more year, one more year, one more year.

E 'visa arrived, another year in the Australian land: oh yeah.

I returned to Italy after a year and it was surreal, especially during the first week when the time I was dazed and seemed to play Playstation, from Sydney, a game where I used my alter-ego involved in a "mission" home.

I lived, and it was not me, shocked by the cast, from the whirlwind of events, from love.

feelings and emotions I have tried many times since they arrived.

E 'was strange, very strange, totally different from what I expected. It was not exciting, it was normal. "I'll just go back to REALISE That Nothing Has Been Changed" ... and so it was, but Steek huzzy, so I did not expect really.

It 'been a deceleration of forced and pleasant life, after an initial shock.

After 24 hours I had a crisis, then, luckily, I breathed, I relaxed and I thought I should stop thinking, leaving room for all those things I had dreamed of (re) do during my year in Australian land.

E 'was and is fabulous, spending time with my family, relax in the new house that looks like a palace.

It 's wonderful to go to the lake and walk and walk, while the cold weather comes as a blade in his face and overwhelms you as a landslide.

E 'was nice to see old friends: unfortunately it was a little less nice to see that there is no longer our own real company.
E 'was great to be pampered.

It 'good to be with my father, although he is retired and I was not accustomed to seeing him often at home, but when I stopped him and hug him.

E 'was wonderfully beautiful, and it was one of the things that struck me, Italian food: a lot of stuff.

And many other things were beautiful, and between those lucky enough to be able to return to Sydney.

Slowly, as the days pass more blurs, becomes blurred memories of the beauty of days spent in Sydney. Like I needed this time Italian for "breathe" a little from the land of kangaroos, now I feel ready to go for another term.

Play, son of 1 year of my cousin, my mother singing and dancing embrace with her, hugging my dad, go to the lake and laugh with my sister.

Many ask me why I come back, and I know the answer.

Because, at the moment, that's my place. That's the place where I want to be.

And I say this with a foolproof security, indeed: I have my insecurities as I had a year ago when I left without a certainty.

The most common question was, but if you want to stay in Italy, why not Europe?

(interval to explain to my mother, you!)

Well, my response was also dictated by the comfort that I will come home in OZ: a job, a great company, a salary, a city I already know a life with a smile, and the memory of 'Albe last year. And many other things.
For me, return is easy .
And then, Europe is always there when you beat it?

And many other thoughts, many, many. Especially about the future. Next, and no.

And for me, the love, the 22 hours by plane, my mother, my sister, my father, my friends, marriage, horns, cohabitation, and others I forget.

On Facebook I wrote that " It's so sad When You Realised That this is not and this will not be your place anymore. And this is Just Because You Have The Whole World and one for yourself ... whole life to live ... Every day I wake up, smile, and thank whoever for whatever, and try to run Against Every fucking obstacle ... Because You Only Live Once .. . "

not want to sound like a holy man, and not even recognize myself in the only holder of reality.

But I live like that.

I was very lucky so far. I have often experienced the pure emotions, many people around who loved me, I did not have large negative experiences of those that mark a life.

And then I see no reason why every morning I should not get up and smile, give a smile and try to make it better.

Often, during my month biancorossoverde, I have seen too many complaints, few smiles, a lot of anger and unresolved: one passes over, then so near her placed.

Tell me what you think, without stakes by doing good.

:)

Me, I'm just lucky. In many respects me.

And wait for the next obstacle, there will be, to learn more about. Even this brief
Italian, will teach a lot.

hug you all, really.

Especially to Sydneysiders.

Albe