Ciao ciao ciao ciao ciao

There's no doubt in my mind that I'm leaving Italy a different person I arrived 3 years ago and um...2 month, 2 days ago. Putting a semi control freak, type A, too organized for her own good person in this organized chaos means one thing...major change! 

Over the last several months I've found my myself having a tad more of my American showing and even needing to flee to the base. Problem is, when I'm there I feel myself being drawn back outside the gate, back into Italy because it's just a little too American for my new tastes. I find myself jumping back and forth between American and Italian customs, picking and choosing which culture's "rules" I want to play by depending on the current situation. That road sign is just a suggestion. Oh look how cute that is, they're in line! Ravi doesn't always have to pick a lane; he can have 2! Um excuse me, I was here first.

Talk about confusing! Like I really need more voices competing in my head. I think I'm okay with it though because it means that I did live in Italy enough to pick some of it up. The last thing I wanted to do with my time here is to return the same person (read American) that I arrived as. What's the point in living overseas if you're only residing overseas?

Why am I sharing this? Mainly as one big old confession that I hear voices in my head and that despite the pothole filled road that I got to travel on for these 3+ I loved every bit of it. Had things been slightly different I could have easily stayed few more years, but I can't because new adventures await.

So with a car loaded up with 9 cases of wine, a few random boxes, several suitcases and my cousin Claire in the passenger seat it's time to hit the autostrada and watch my Naples chapter fade away in the rear view mirror.

Ciao, ciao bella Napoli I'll be back dopo domani.