It was as though I had literally manifested my dream. The moment I stepped off the plane into Rome’s Fiumicino Airport, tears flooded my eyes, and it felt surreal. After many months of planning, I was finally there, in my favorite Italian city, my new home.
Lola did amazing on the long-haul flight. She adapted immediately on arrival, wagging her tail, and sniffing all the new smells. Every time I would visit Rome, I always imagined having her there with me, walking down the gorgeous streets, and through the abundant parks. At the time, it had seemed like an overwhelming plan to move myself and my dog overseas, but it was actually surprisingly simple, and beyond words fulfilling.
I have been enamored with Italy since I traveled there with my family as a teenager. It was love at first sight. When I’m not there, I miss it as if it were a person. Every time I go, it’s never long enough, and when I get back to Los Angeles, I start planning my return. I studied Italian in college, spent a semester abroad in Florence, and always had the dream to move, but never thought it could actually happen.
Teaching yoga gives me the flexibility to travel. So, when the opportunity arose to teach at a studio in Rome, and a friend’s friend had a place for me to live, I knew I had to take the leap.
I spent two magical months in la citta eterna, experiencing la dolce vita firsthand, with my best furry friend by my side. I see those months as a stepping stone for a more permanent move. I am forever grateful for that experience, and especially the courage it took and the trust I needed in myself to make it happen.
It proves that anything is possible if you want it enough. Feel it, believe it, and trust.