Every trip back home to Australia is so soul reviving for me. I emerge myself in family, friends,
fine food, wine and the freedom one feels when they are home.
It’s never been a secrete to anyone that Italy has never become my home,
despite ten years of to-ing and frow-ing. It’s a difficult enough place to live in,
even Italians find it stressful and stifling, yet they are able to make things work
in quite a hedonistic, living day by day kind of way.
Now that I’m back in small town Sicily, I have come to the epiphany
that my time here isn’t forever and as Paulo Cohleo says ‘destiny is
conspiring to give me what I truly desire.’
This bitter sweet visit home has given this unwilling expat the realisation
that her time here is coming to an end and so I need to document my experiences.
So bring on the hedonism and let me enjoy this moment.
The unwilling expat.