Why I left Italy
It’s a question that people ask a lot, and I always give the same answer.
When I started my blog few months ago, I still didn’t know it was going to be a sort of lens to show through the life – my life – of a young Italian woman in North America. My readers seem to enjoy my posts about this journey, and now I feel I own them something more.
When you meet somebody for the first time the questions are pretty much the same: what do you do? where are you from?, and that’s usually enough to make people ask THE question:
“Oh, Italy is so beautiful – usually followed by “I wish I could visit it” or “I have been there and I loved it” – why did you leave?”
Now that I’m thinking about it, it’s a very innocent question, but it could actually be very dangerous. If a girl leave her country, her family, her world to go to the other side of the world, maybe there is a story behind it that she doesn’t want to share!
It’s also true that I asked the same question to lots of people here in Canada, and I don’t think there is nothing bad about it.
Anyway, as I said, my answer is always the same:
“Well, you know, if you go in Italy for vacation it’s really beautiful, but if you actually have to live there, things are pretty hard”
which usually it takes me to have to explain about a very bad luck of jobs, difficulties for young people to build a future and family, and my very “smart” Prime Minister and his scandals with women, underage, justice, mafia, jokes and newspapers.
By the end of this conversation I feel pretty bad for my country, especially because my family is still there, and guilty to feel relived.
Don’t get me wrong, Italy is a great country, it’s just sinking right now, and be in the opposite side of the Globe makes everything much clearer. I wrote about Italy for dummies and it has nothing to do with my country.
Long story short, my answer is: I left because I didn’t have a future there.
I admire those who stay there a fight for their country, because – as I read somewhere – if everybody leaves, who is going to fix the problem? But in the same time, I do not feel I ran away. Deciding to live your life doesn’t mean running away, plus, even if I feel Italy my country, I know home is everywhere I’m happy.