GIORNO 259
DAY 259
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Oggi è il mio (forse) ultimo tennis match: sono pronta! Today is (probably) my last tennis match: I'm ready! |
Ecco il tema del quale vi ho parlato, che ho scritto nell'ora di inglese a scuola. Se avete commenti o reazioni, scrivetemi, mi farebbe tanto piacere!
Here is the essay I talked about, that I wrote in the English class at school. If you have comments or reactions, write me, I'd love that!
Milan is an amazing city, which enchants tourists, and
loves its citizens. Life never stops there; everyone always seems to run right,
left, and center, and chaos rules. But the truth is that nothing happens just
randomly. Rather, everything is planned to fit the schedule and to be completed
in a certain way. That’s what keeps Milanese busy, and yet proud to be born in
this wonderful city of opportunities, challenges and dream realizations. An intricate
net of relationships is built throughout life, and family bonds are the
foundation on which the individual is shaped. Nothing pays more than a hug from
a sibling or a smile from a parent, and everyone always keeps this in mind.
Now imagine
being a seventeen year-old, and having to leave this cozy nest that spoiled you
and took care of you since your first breath. I was afraid not to be able to
handle it, to be crushed before even taking flight. But I did it. I woke up
super early that morning of August 12, 2015. That now seems so far away, but
that was just nine months ago, and I went to the airport. Every time I looked
for some comfort in that sea of fear, I found it in my parents’ eyes, and I
couldn’t help but cry when I left them at security. They were not allowed to
come with me anymore from that point on. I had to stay focused, and keep track
of my possessions, of where to go, and of what to do. But I eventually got to
the gate and finally settled down, finding peace on my waiting seat and staring
at the plane parked outside the window. It was in that exact moment that I
realized I was alone: nobody would have led the way for me, and I had to take
care of myself. But I was so ready to go.
My ability to be independent grew day after day: I absorbed the help
of all the people who embraced me in their lives, and I made my best effort to
show appreciation towards all the good they did for me. And now that the end of
the school year is getting closer, I know I am all the stronger and richer,
because I dealt with homesickness, and I overcame it. I doubted my abilities,
and I developed them. I lived life in a new language, and I learned it. I met a
new culture, and I appreciated it. Tears will wet my eyes when it comes time to
leave this place that I now call home, but I am aware that I have so many good
things to take back to Italy. I’m sure Milan is ready to
welcome back a strong, young woman, with a lot to tell, and something to teach
from Colorful Colorado.
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