Loving Travelling Living

I already talked about my story in this blog… I am from Sardinia, Italy; I lived in Frankfurt Germany for one year and a half and I am now taking a master in London. Plus I will move back to Frankfurt once the Master will be over. It is now break from University between one module and the other, this means I am supposed to be home, but where is home? Is my home my native county? Is my home where all my stuff is? Is my home where I currently have a doctor? These are the questions that for people like me who travel a lot are coming up very frequently. What are the signs of someone living in more countries at the same time? #1 You have more SIM cards. When on the plane they first think you do once landed is to change your SIM card and use the local phone number. This also mean that whenever someone asks you your phone number you just say: well just look for me on facebook messenger. #2 What’s your address? This problem just came to me when ordering ...

London experience is pretty much over, graduation will be the last trip to the red buses city. Eight months have gone through and all I know is that I’m now back to Frankfurt, one of my homes, my lovely home. In these 8 months in a business school with people form that side of the society I almost didn’t know existed and I really don’t belong to, I learned not to stop at the front page of a person. I remember calling at home after the orientation day and been asked "did you make any friends?" and I almost went in to panic I started talking to my family about how hard it looked to approach someone and how everyone was wearing big brands, how ridicule different I was feeling from the people in the school. Out all those people that looked extremely wealthy, with no problems to spend £50 for dinner, I looked for the most normal ones (with my concept of normality) so that I could spend my time with my schoolmates in the most enjoyable ways. I ...

I suppose you all know in some how Sheldon Cooper from The Big Bang Theory, he ’ s famous to have his own way of doing things. Something that really characterize his behaviour is his collection of agreements. Flatmates agreements with Leonard and Relationship agreement with Amy just to cite some. Me and my boyfriend are big fan of that Tv-Show, but no worries, we didn ’ t write and sign an agreement. We did promise each other to put all the effort to make the relationship work during the master program I ’ m taking in London (I talked about it in My Short Story ). What we came up with is this list : ·          One selfie a day at least ·          Trying to call every day ·          Skype at least once a week ·          Meet every about 3 weeks (we made a real plan) This is how our meeting plan went...

Packing to follow my dreams I told you my short story in a different post and what I want to tell you now is what I packed in my suitcase before moving from Frankfurt and finding a new place to call home in London. Between tears and boreoarctic issues to solve with the job I quitted to start a master I started packing clothes and everything I needed to start my master in London. I put everything in one medium size and one small size suitcase. This is my check list    Beddings (one set)    Towels (big shower towel, one medium, one small face towel)    5 dresses (business and casual)    3 pairs of jeans    2 pairs of business pants    One flower skirt    2 pullovers    5 t-shirts    5 fancy tops    3 button shirts    2 pairs of high heels    1 pair ballerinas    1 pair snickers    2 pairs everyday Chelsea boots ...

I lived most of my life in Alghero, Sardinia, Italy! Yes, an island in the middle of the Mediterranean. It is super cool and living 3 minutes walking from the sea definitely made my childhood special. Travelling has always been inside me and my first big trip was in the US during an exchange program of one year. During this time, I lived in 2 different American families (it was required from the program to change family) and travel all over the US in one month bus road trip. The big challenging trip is the one that has been keeping me outside of home for more than 2 years already and it seems not bringing me back. I went to Germany, in Frankfurt as an Au-Pair pushed to learn a new language, discover a new culture and meet new people. When my Au-Pair time was over, I decided to stay to improve the little German I learned. I found a job in an Italian caf é and with ups and downs I earned enough money to live on my own just doing German courses. In the end of my Ge...