Once Upon A Time I Was A Tourist

Living in Europe for two years was both isolating and exhilarating. I met my husband, got pregnant, and lived alone in an Italian cottage for several months, simply getting to know myself. To this day I ache for the slow, beautiful life that Italians have mastered. I remember it when I feel disassociated here in America, surrounded by fear and trucks and McDonald’s wrappers.

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