The rOME cHRONICLES: all paths lead home…

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It doesn’t matter where you come from; a little bit or a lot of your heart will stay in your home country…
It’s exciting, living in a foreign country where the language is not your own, where things are different & new.
When one thinks of a life in Rome, they may think glamour…fun…but realising that home is so far away can take it’s toll…

If only for a brief moment the young lady wanted to be herself away from the scrutiny of eyes she did not know and those who judged her regardless. Was she from eastern Europe, a babysitter, a secretary or a rich man’s lover?

Only she knew the answers, only she knew who she was as the eyes and taunting faces questioned her and mocked. Some of the women perhaps, were even envious of her and that she’d left her country, family and friends to settle in a new one…she looked different this is true and she dressed differently too and of course she sounded different, Italian was not her mother tongue.

Why had she come here, why had she left her home so comfortable and secure? She had been to university, she was clever. Wasn’t she? Doubt filled her thoughts as the countless faces trudged passed her as she made her way home, hands laden with bags of groceries. Only servants trudged kilometres with bags in this city. They were heavy too and she’d had to park so far away.

She wanted to be home, in the confines of her appartment where the eyes could no longer see her and she could be herself.

All paths lead home…don’t they?

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2 thoughts on “The rOME cHRONICLES: all paths lead home…

  1. I agree, it’s not easy living away from your home. I was an ex-pat for 20 years but let me tell you when I did go home I’d been seeing my country through rose coloured glasses. Things had changed and so had I. Thanks for the read and good luck with your book. More writers should write about the truth as a foreigner and not ‘glam’ it up!

    • Hi Gary,thanks for visiting. I totally agree with things changing when you eventually return home. I thought everyone was sitting around waiting for me to come back but frankly life was just going on without me. Thanks for the encouragement with my book.

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