I was ready to go, I had found a home, checked the courses. And one afternoon, while I was exercising to maintain the coveted ideal weight, the phone rang. I almost didn’t pick up, but something must have pushed me. Despite the poor reception of my parents’ home, I realized that they were offering me an interview for the job above. And just a few days later, they called me again to tell me I had gotten the job. I had a scarce two weeks to submit documents, pack my suitcase, say bye to friends, do everything I needed to do in a month. And tell the university that I was giving it up.
In August 2019 I left for Darmstadt, Germany, for the job I had always dreamed of and to which everyone told me I would never get there (tiè).
Meanwhile, I write on this blog and tell the ups and downs of expat life, the trips I have done and will do, and I speak of Japan and Tokyo, which is basically the next long step. I am embracing slow living and trying to find out if my personal growth path can be useful to someone. I would like to be the person I wanted to have by my side when I was twenty. If I can help just one person, it will be worth it.