09/03/2026
Two months back in America after living in Italy for 3.5 years and apparently I’m still adjusting 🙃
I still want to say “grazie” instead of thank you. I’m confused why everyone is actually following the rules when they drive. I forgot how FREEZING every building is because the AC is always blasting. And don’t tell the Italians, but I missed American pizza and iced coffee. 😂
The biggest surprise, though, has been watching the kids adjust. They’ve honestly done so well, and Myles especially seems to be thriving at his American daycare. I think the language barrier in Italy was harder for him than I realized.
Moving back has been such a weird mix of missing Italy like crazy while also rediscovering the things I love about being home.
I’m starting to realize you don’t necessarily have to choose one or the other. Maybe home can be two places. ❤️
If you’ve ever lived abroad, what gave you the biggest reverse culture shock when you came home?