Where I’ve been and where I’m going

So I’m getting divorced, and I had this idea...

What if I just like, went to Italy and ate delicious pasta sensually but also neatly, sitting at a table da sola in a piazza giggling as the golden light shone on my hair, lustrous with all the olio di oliva in my diet, and I would certainly not be feeling a creeping sulfite headache from the wine, and sooner or later, some Michelangelo sculpture of a man would approach me and in perfect unaccented English say, “hey do you know you’re Julia Roberts and this is the film version of the 2006 memoir Eat Pray Love?”

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So I know what “you all”* are thinking. Yes, I’m a 35 year old white woman with uncountable privilege. Yes, I am getting divorced after 8 years of marriage. Yes, I quit my full-time job. Yes, I am feeling alternately devastated and excited. Yes, I am going on a SeLF disCoVery jOuRNeY and yes, I am only doing the eat part.

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My parents, god bless them, are driving me to the airport and watching my dog for two months while I take a solo journey through Italy, a trip I dreamed of for years, and thought maybe I could do later, whenever that was, but turns out, it’s now, so andiamo!

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I land in Milan on April 1, and this is going to be a big Q2 so buckle in. Trying to stay away from IG so follow the twists and turns here, if you’d be so kind.

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_{*You all: the nebulous controlling force over most of my life to this point; also know as “they” or “everyone”; e.g. “But what will everyone think? What will they say?” More on them in another post.}