I always wanted to travel, since a was six. This is my dream, and England is just my first stop.
My life changed completely. I started looking at myself in a completely different way, and I can actually speak English now. I can’t even believe it. Everything seems so unreal.
Every time I go back to Italy, it looks like I’ve never been in England and everything was just a dream. But every time I come back in MK, I remember where my life is.
I don’t consider this country my home, and Italy is not my home either. I guess that for now I’m just living my life at uni and enjoying every moment I have left with my boyfriend, because (you can believe it or not) he’s going travelling soon. So I’m just living life how it is.