La Vita Bella, Moving to the Eternal City.

"Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, 
and sorry I could not travel both and be one traveler," 

My lovely lake town Erie, PA.

A few years ago I needed a new adventure. Though there is always part of me that misses the lake town I was raised in, with cottonwoods and sassafras, gorges and waterfalls, inspirational friends and family, I was so curious to see what came after the bend in the path. I was stuck in my routine and longed for an adventure, then I found one. 

Being timid of nearly everything, it always amazes me, looking back, at how when the right adventure starts calling for me, I instantly know and compel myself to jump in with both feet. 

Fountain wading in Villa Borghese

Since I formally moved to Rome, Italy a year and a half ago, I had to learn a new language, stumble through the basics of a new culture (I now have a

plethora of stories of culture classes that leave me looking silly and laughing loudly), and I had to find that something that makes me glad I'm living and actively taking part in the world at this time. 

I love to sew and write poetry and music. Someday, hopefully, I will weave

these themes all together, but for now I sew and stutter and twirl through
laboratories with italian children, helping them make their own fabric crafts.
I am very content. 

Isn't it so very fidorable?

I don't know if I would have been forced to find what makes me happy if it weren't for giving up my homeland and trying to find myself, whole, in a new world.

"Two roads diverged in a wood, and I- 
I took the one less travels by, 
and that has made all the difference."

 -Robert Frost