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I didn't write anything in a while and, looking back at it, I feel a strong blow of regret. For I wasn't happy of my life in England and now, in a couple of sort months, everything changed completely.
At the end of April, I moved back to Italy. England's job market was absolutely unresponsive, the time I chose to dedicate to the jobsearch there was up, my family started pressuring me, pulling out even the old trick of tears on the phone and I just went back. On a freezing rainy morning I left my partner and mounted on the bus and plane home without even stopping to kiss him goodbye. We didn't split up, far from it, I love him more than the first day. This separation was going to be temporary, until I could put together some more money. Or so I thought.
I went back to an Italy plunged in the worst economical recession since the war. It was immediately clear I wasn't going to find anything to do easily. After a month or so there it was painfully obvious i took the wrong choice, even as a stranger in England I would have had more chances than in Italy now.
Then, the unexpected pinned me here for an indefinte amount of time. On May the 20th, the day of my birthday by the way, northern Italy was hit by a strong earthquake. My area was scarsely affected, but it was especially powerful and unexpected, as no quakes were reported in this area to human memory. When we thought we were in the clear, two more strong events, on the 29th, hit closer to my place. This time my house was severely damaged and I had to move in a small apartment, temporarily, with my dad. The quake killed 25 people, demolished most industrial activities and left many homeless. I hope the worst passed, but another strong tremor just two days ago doesn't allow for any prevision.
http://ingvterremoti.files.wordpress.com/2012/06/mappa_04_06_0900.jpg
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I don't know what more to say. I lost a lot and my life is going to change.
At the end of April, I moved back to Italy. England's job market was absolutely unresponsive, the time I chose to dedicate to the jobsearch there was up, my family started pressuring me, pulling out even the old trick of tears on the phone and I just went back. On a freezing rainy morning I left my partner and mounted on the bus and plane home without even stopping to kiss him goodbye. We didn't split up, far from it, I love him more than the first day. This separation was going to be temporary, until I could put together some more money. Or so I thought.
I went back to an Italy plunged in the worst economical recession since the war. It was immediately clear I wasn't going to find anything to do easily. After a month or so there it was painfully obvious i took the wrong choice, even as a stranger in England I would have had more chances than in Italy now.
Then, the unexpected pinned me here for an indefinte amount of time. On May the 20th, the day of my birthday by the way, northern Italy was hit by a strong earthquake. My area was scarsely affected, but it was especially powerful and unexpected, as no quakes were reported in this area to human memory. When we thought we were in the clear, two more strong events, on the 29th, hit closer to my place. This time my house was severely damaged and I had to move in a small apartment, temporarily, with my dad. The quake killed 25 people, demolished most industrial activities and left many homeless. I hope the worst passed, but another strong tremor just two days ago doesn't allow for any prevision.
http://ingvterremoti.files.wordpress.com/2012/06/mappa_04_06_0900.jpg
http://s458.photobucket.com/albums/qq306/dr_whip/Places/Pegognaga/sisma%20maggio%202012/?action=view¤t=P1010778.jpg
I don't know what more to say. I lost a lot and my life is going to change.