After my first year living in Italy, I think a bit of reflection is always useful. You know like, how is my relationship with Italy after a year? How has it changed? Does she still love me?!
But a lot has happened and digging in to the nitty gritty (of couuuurse she still loves me…right?!) would take a trained professional – more than years of Catholic school and a journalism degree can provide. So instead, after a one-way ticket, 52 weeks, 365 days and nearly 11 months before I had a visit back home, we’ll break down my year in Italy by the numbers:
5: hours I sat at the Italian questura (immigration office)
24: karat gold wedding ring
12: new immediate family members added
15: total days that my parents were able to come to visit, see my apartment, finally meet my in-laws and get a glimpse of my life in Italy!
6: years of life lost from the stress of said visit
56: total hours half-heartedly spent trying to grasp Italian politics … It didn’t work.
1: book translated from Italian to English
456: new Italian words added to my vocabulary (probabilmente)
6: number of houseguests we’ve had from America
1355: times I’ve been frustrated about something I can’t control here – emooootions
25: houseplants we’ve had total
8: that are still alive
2 lbs: average amount of carbs per week I’ve added to my diet
156: bottles of wine bought and happily finished
75: cones of gelato eaten total
223.7: miles ran (gotta burn off those carbs somehow! and the gelato…and the wine…)
12: cities in Italy visited in the past year
23,094,810: amount of pictures taken
2: international trips taken, to Budapest and back home for Christmas
4: stitches put in my left thumb after an incident with a Swiss army knife in the mountains
2: dozen times I’ve gotten lost in my own, or a nearby city
45,000: minutes spent on calls to the U.S.
3: times I fought with someone in public for staring too much. Damn Italians.
592: square footage of the apartment
365: days spent in said apartment. tiiiiiiinnnyyy
2: beautiful balconies of apartment
671: number of weird stink bugs I’ve killed in our house. (The number is unrepresentative because the rest I made Marco kill)
1092381092: hours of rain this year
9: articles published
133: students I’ve taught or still teach in the past year
408: average times I’ve been sneezed on this year (based off of my per-day calculation in “Teaching Small Children” and multiplied by the time I’ve been working with small children)
3: existential crises I have per week (I’m graduated, what?! What will I do with my life, what should I be doing, why are there no jobs, everything’s changed who aaaaaam I?)
97: percent of recent grads who read that and feel the same^ (the rest of you are weird.)
1.5: average times per week I get a bomb-ass dinner or lunch from my in-laws.
1.3: average times per week said dinner helps the previously mentioned existential crises
3: average times per day I don’t know what language I’m using
2: average times per day that^ doesn’t help me
365: days per year I think about my niece and nephew
13: average times per month I wish living here could be as easy as living is back home
23: average times per month I feel overwhelmingly thankful that I do live here!