Tale of a very conventional adventure (part II)

I should stop this part I and part II thing since between one and two I usually forget what I wanted to write about. I should just accept that at some point during part I someone will disturb me and ask me (not always in this order) to: walk the dog, fill a glass, go to the pharmacy, find a playmobil sword or gun or knife (why, why on earth are those SO small?), buy more bread, phone the electrician and so on…I should just let it go: I am in a phase in life where I can’t sit still for a whole 20 minutes without being interrupted. So, starting today, no more¬†to be continued on my posts.

Where was I….yes, jumping off boat. It is a little more than a metaphor at this point: I actually lose myself in Titanic-esque fantasies about a Kate Winsletish version of myself flying off old, slow, Boring Belgium to reach some sunny beach, a sort of garden of Eden where people exchange the golf club membership against staying up at night talking and questioning and wondering what they can do to improve their lives, other people’s lives and the world. Where people still have some kind of romanticism, I guess.


Where to, then? (I have been thinking this out for the past 5 years so I really went through every possibility).

1. I am an idealist but also have practical requirements: I am done with crappy weather, skies so low you can touch them and year-long tinted with all nuances of GrAy:-) Garden of Eden has then to be at Naples’ latitude. (minimum)


2. I appreciate the kind of comfort some people used to enjoy a century ago (i.e. lots of help, space and very few mundane tasks in everyday life) but I need a certain freedom to do my own stuff and to explore my surroundings if I feel like it. Which pretty much excludes South America and, partly, Middle East and South Africa. I couldn’t survive in an expat compound where I am surrounded by help but can’t go buy oranges by myself.

3. I really, really like skyscrapers and urban surroundings. Anything fast-paced, like an 80s film.


4. I am an Italian girl who grew up in the late 80s-early 90s. Most of my teachers were born at the end of the war and were just in love with the idea of America. It really was the garden of Eden, the ¬†magical place where people were really free, and brave and active and…DREAMERS! I guess I absorbed part of that during childhood and somehow the US have always been part of my fantasies.


5. I am an Italian girl who graduated in 2000. During my last year at school everything was about Asia. I even took a class called “The Asian Development Model” and I got top marks for the first time. I was fascinated. I took Mandarin classes (lasting a mere month, lazy me) and thought of moving to China. That would have required more braveness than I was prepared to. So I took that plane to Belgium.

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America or Asia? Wherever it will be, I am soooo ready for a fresh start!