In 12 weeks' time, I am moving to Rome. The die is cast, as Julius Caesar would have said.
Although I talk a lot about my plans with friends, I haven't yet written much about this. Perhaps that's because I'm very, very nervous, and putting my plans into writing makes it all very, very real!
In my more lucid moments, I'm thrilled to take this chance to fulfil a cherished dream of living in Italy. But those moments are rare just now; much of the time, I'm feeling a lot of nervousness and uncertainty. Can I really live on dreams?
However, today, I am crossing the Rubicon. I'm giving notice to my landlord that I'm vacating my beloved apartment at the end of October. And once that is done, there really is no retreat.
This may be why I've decided to begin writing now about my relocation plans. I'm at the point of no return. I'm following the advice of all those who tell me to leap, and the net will appear. So, I'm leaping!
Incidentally, for anyone who isn't immersed in Roman history, “crossing the Rubicon” or, taking measures from which there is no backing down, refers to Julius Caesar's notorious actions that led to him become Rome's dictator for life in about 49 BC. I should add here that I have no similar plans.
Anyway, the Rubicon river in north-central Italy marked a political and military boundary and crossing it with an army was considered an act of insurrection. So, when Julius Caesar turned against Rome's leadership and did just that, crossing the Rubicon was a very clear signal he intended to take over. Which he did, stating “the die is cast.”
And the rest is history.
Returning to my own history, I have rented a tiny but lovely studio apartment in the Monti area of Rome for three months, beginning in December. I'll study Italian (at the Leonardo da Vinci language school) look for work, spend my 51st birthday and Christmas 2011 in Rome; and try not to over-eat.
Also, very important, I'll avoid another Canadian winter!!
This should give me renewed inspiration as I continue working on my second novel while trying to find a literary agent for my first novel of historical fiction, which is set in Italy. Perhaps I'll seem more impressive to potential agents as a resident of Rome.
I'm very fortunate in that I'll be spared a lot of paperwork in Italy because, in addition my Canadian passport, I also hold an EU passport. (Thanks, Dad, for being born in Ireland!)
That means I can also live and work legally in Italy, which is part of my master plan. I'll burn through my savings pretty quickly, so I had better find some work and eventually, a new apartment.
I'm having a lot of anxiety nightmares, but I'll save those for another blog post, where I'll also discuss what to pack! Should I buy an e-reader so I won't have the burden of a lot of books? Or, would it be cheaper to pack books than buy an e-reader? And so on.
With my blog, I can keep a journal of this experience and memories that someday, I'm sure I'll look back over and enjoy. In this, I'm copying my blogging buddy Jane, who moved her family to Italy for a year about five years ago. It's fascinating to read over her entries from that time, and all that they went through to live their dream.
Leap and the net will appear....or I'll weave one of my own.