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!

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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

Don't be fooled by the pretty picture, most of those plants died instantly...

Don’t be fooled by the pretty picture, most of those plants died instantly…

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

100: percent chance we’d escape to the mountains any chance we can get! (Escape to the Mountains Part 1 and Part 2)

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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)

4: seasons

winter

winter

 

spring

spring

 

summer

summer

 

fall

fall

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

And here's to many more years ahead!

And here’s to many more years ahead!

23: average times per month I feel overwhelmingly thankful that I do live here!

 

Follow the journey:
A Year in Italy
How to Marry an Italian
What I’ve Learned From a Year (and a half) Abroad!

Moving (again), in Numbers

Written by ginamussio

2 Comments

Gina Peart

Oh Ginamarie, TOO FUNNY!!! the comment bout the stress, the plants, the bugs, the sneezes! Honey how you make me laugh. Love the pictures too. Miss you so much!!!! xoxo

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