Hey you. Yeah, you! Hi there 🙂
It’s nice to meet you, in that creepy Internet stalky type way. Here’s some things you probably want to know about me.
My name is Gina, and I’m from a small town in the armpit of San Diego that is 90% Mexican and 100% boring. That’s why I decided to move to Italy.
Actually, that’s a big fat lie. I never really “decided” to move to Italy. I came here in the summer of 2008 to do a study abroad course and somehow ended up staying an extra 6 years (shhh, don’t tell la migra on me!) and slowly became a part of this mental asylum known as Italy. I’d like to blame my boyfriend Francesco for keeping me here, but let’s be honest–Italy is just the right about of nuts for a person like me.
My first few visits to Italy are kind of a blur–mostly just a mix of being super excited to see my foreign boyfriend and also just generally trying to figure out if Florence was a place where I could feasibly support myself and make a life. After studying abroad not once but twice (thanks student loans!) I decided that if I wanted to make it work with Francesco, I was going to have to bite the bullet and actually live in the same country as him for more than 6 months at a time. So 2 weeks after I graduated from college, I packed up my stuff and moved to Italy to start the most hilarious adventure of my life.
With a lot of help from my boyfriend (shout out to Francesco for being awesome and incredibly supportive), some hair-pulling mental breakdowns over the insanely frustrating bureacracy of actually living in Italy, and a healthy amount of luck, I have managed to get to a place where I can a) pay my rent most of the time, b) work legally in Italy, and c) have an amazing group of friends that are just the right amount of crazy. And that’s pretty awesome, if you ask me.