I was born in Liverpool, North West England and was brought up by my very beautiful mother – she was/is my best friend and I tell her everything (or so I let her believe, some things are not meant for mother’s ears!).
I moved to London in search of myself but to be honest I got totally lost. Usually, after having fallen asleep at the back of a night bus from downing too many shots. As I got older, this progressed to getting lost in taxi’s after slurping too many glasses of champagne/cocktails/whatever was bought for me. It was brilliant…from what I remember!
I went travelling to find myself but to be honest I got totally lost. I don’t even dare to share where/how/why I got lost, I just did… ’nuff said.
I came home to London, thinking if I “settled down”, I’d find myself. What I found was a very loud Italian guy, who admittedly on first introductions I thought was gay. He wasn’t. He was Italian. Wearing his bright pink t-shirt waving his hands all over the place as Italians do. I took that for camp but I now know that all Italians are loud. I had never been to Italy and have never been interested in anything Italian (does Gucci, Prada and Pizza count?) and now this culture, this country, this way of being has been thrust upon me.
I’ve settled well into my Italian-ness. I can cook a few things well, I can hold a semi-decent conversation and I’ve impressed my in-laws on a number of occasions.
Why blog? my friend told me to. If she told me to put my hand in a fire I probably would. I like writing, I like the diversity of my English/Italian cultures – it sometimes frustrates the hell out of me (probably the Italian side) but mostly, it’s quite amusing (definitely the English side). And, London, well, London is just London. I love it.
And here is where I begin, to embrace my findings, whether by default or choice, to emerge myself into my cross over of cultures but most of all to try, God damn it, TRY and be more Italian. To like Italy more, to like the food more (sorry but I do prefer Indian!) and wait for it…. to be a good, no, to be an excellent Italian wife!
So to my husband, amore mio ti amo con tutto mi cuore and to my wonderful gift, the best present I ever received, my little girl…mummy loves you and promises not to swear, because I would actually like you to read this without cringing when you’re older!