Eleonora speaking, the Italian.
It has been almost one year since I left Italy to move to America.
Finally, I found the courage to sit down and start writing a blog about myself and my experience, in English.
The reason why I couldn’t write this first post is: 50% of me feared I would write about stupid things that no one would find interesting and the other 50% thinks my English writing, especially my ‘American’ writing, is not that good. (Even if everybody keeps telling me that most of the American don’t know the basic rule of grammar.)
Aside from all of this, I finally found some strength to do it and here we are.
Let’s being with some fun facts about me
- I am a freelance journalist, aspiring to be also so many things that I am not (yet). But keep trying no matter the odds.
- In a few months, I will enter the magical world of my 30s, and I am definitely not ready for that! Even if I have already gone through the trauma of starting to go grey (not fun!).
- I moved to the garden state of New Jersey State almost one year ago — 21 of February 2017 — first to Scotch Plains, and now I am in Hoboken with my amazing American roomie and best friend J. Just 15 minutes from the hustle and bustle of NYC.
- I dislike most of the Italian Restaurants in New Jersey because I think they should write outside their door: “Italian-American Restaurant”. However I love the Italian American here as every single one of them has been so welcoming and so fun to get to know.
- I fell in love with America when I was just a little girl. Just like many of you I grew up with Beverly Hills 90210, Dawson’s Creek, Britney Spears and ______ (add a cliche of your choice).
- Moving to America was the best thing and the scariest thing I’ve ever done. Moving here meant leaving behind my best friend and my middle-age parents. It meant missing moments like seeing my nephew speak or walk for the first time, celebrating birthdays and holidays with family and friends. At the same time, it meant discovering a stronger and better me, a me that could become someone despitee all the odds.
- I miss Italian food every day.
- But on the other hand I love Trader Joe’s and Stop & Shop. And a super Italian Deli in Cranford, Pastosa!
I would like to share with you my journey in America and my day to day life as Italian in Hoboken.
I hope you enjoy reading about my journey,