I really think life shows you where to go when you don’t know what to do with it.
Just take me two years ago as an example.
I wasn’t sure what I was doing, where I was going, why I was studying what I was studying, why I was still living in the same city where I was born, and why I was so unhappy.
Then all of a sudden, my life showed me where to go: abroad, to find myself again and start all over.
When I decided to leave Verona, my family, and my old life to start a new one abroad, I wasn’t really sure where to go.
First, I thought about the USA. Los Angeles, San Francisco, New York? But all these cities seemed really far away and impossible to live in. If you have to go somewhere, you don’t move there for a couple of months, right? You move there to stay a bit longer.
That’s when I thought of London.
I still remember the first time I visited London. I hated it. It was cold and rainy and grey, and there were all the buses and the traffic, people dressed in black with black umbrellas walking so fast, the tube packed with people and everyone rushing around.
I thought it was a horrible city, and I thought I was never going to live in a place like that. “I hate London, mum.” I said to my mum on the flight back home, and she said that the more you hate something, the more you are going to love it in the end.
And so it happened: I decided to move to London, to start again, study journalism and improve my English.
Living here changed my life completely, and speaking English helped me find a new job, a new me and a new dimension for my writing career and my blog.
If someone says to you that speaking a foreign language can change your life, you always tend to remain skeptical in listening to the advice, and you think they are just telling you that to show off a bit, well, trust them: they are so right.