For a while my life in Italy seemed to be like a runaway train. Not because unmentionably exciting things happened to me, but becasue life seemed to speed by the window as I sat neatly in my compartment watching the landscape pass me by. Opportunities to jump off came rarely and to be honest I didn't really consider taking the leap, comfortable as I was gazing out the window from my cosy compartment.
I am, of course, talking about my life with my ex-boyfriend E. He had been my stability, my constant, almost from the moment that I arrived in Italy. All of my 'firsts' were experienced with him. First ride on a scooter in Rome, first Italian sunday lunch, first shared electricity bill, first friends, first grin-and-bear-the sweat-patches summer in Rome. First sense of belonging.
Hard as it has been, in the last couple of months I have come to the decision to leap of the train and explore the landscape, hopefully discovering a few new firsts of my own. I'm hope I'll be telling you all about them soon.