E 'already spent a whole year. Time flies and I look back remembering the days of my landing , at a distance exactly one year I redid the returning from my brief but intense holiday in Calabria. I can say with absolute certainty that this 2009 was one of the most difficult years of my life. Starting from the tears of my parents at the airport, to the stares of those who do not know me my grandchildren to the loneliness that comes over me in this cosmopolitan city. But despite everything I say with equal certainty I love Toronto! All there was: depression, dissatisfaction, joys, doubts are justified, and a component present in all those who live in my experience, in all emigrants.
What about this first year from immigrant? Well, I got a job, I rented a condo downtown, I even found a guy that I entered the house once a week to do his laundry and make use of my sofa pink! But I also lost my grandmother 95enne not be there the day of his funeral. I missed the first steps and first words of 2 players at home, I had to give up the luxury of a car but I became a zipster ! I learned to love this language and this city, I made some new friends and I found old wondering how small is the world! I looked for another job and found it so consistently. I learned how to extricate between telephony, TV, cable, credit cards, assegni a tasse da pagare.
Ho girato in lungo e largo la GTA e ho preso tanti mezzi per spostarmi da una parte all'altra che in tutta la mia vita! Ma alla fine torno a casa contenta ma anche spesso un pò triste. Ma una frase che sempre ho riportato in questo blog mi ricorda che: " feeling at home in a new country takes time ".
