After reading Paulo Coelho’s The Alchemist and The 4-hour Work Week by Timothy Ferriss, my ‘someday’ plan to experience Italy and live my dream took shape quicker than I expected.
So here I am living out of a tiny room in Novate Milanese reinventing myself as a truly global writer, fashion blogger, digital copywriter and UX analyst. With technological capability to always be online and in reach from anywhere in the world, I don’t see why distance should limit potential for career growth. Gone are the days of ‘night before school’ feeling but with this sense of freedom comes great responsibility to self-discipline.
(I hear someone humming to the tune of The Godfather!)
Getting from Malpensa Airport to Novate yesterday was challenging. I took the wrong train and had to change lines at Saronno, and with 2 huge bags and a major fear of old elevators, I was in a state. However, through all this, I did learn that chivalry is not dead – in this part of the world anyway. A young man at the train station helped pull my bags up and down stairs explaining – in broken English – the route that I would need to navigate. I was flustered by the time I reached the correct platform and a darling train driver signed my incorrect ticket so that I would not be fined on-board if the inspector came around. I had no idea how to reach the place I am staying at, so an old man accompanied me through the maze of streets and pulled my 25kg luggage.
My room windows are street facing Wonderful but really noisy! The walls are a sick yellow and the furniture is really old. Nonetheless, it’s clean and that’s all that matters. After settling in, I explored the neighbourhood, found a little place to eat a feta and veggie roll, drink fresh orange juice and indulge in biscotto gelato. It’s a lovely little dorpie and I am surrounded by pizzerias, sushi and Turkish restaurants, a pharmacy, a few hair salons, a beauty salon, boutiques, a supermarket and even a little place that repairs shoes. Perfecto!
The street that I live on…
The local church…