• Life abroad, Italian chaos,  Motherhood & Reflection

    Expat Mom in Bologna: Motherhood, Bureaucracy, and Real Life

    Motherhood, but make it Italian I didn’t move to Bologna to become an “expat mom.” That label arrived later, quietly, after I realized how often I was explaining myself, my kids, and my presence. I moved because life shifted. Plans unraveled. The idea of staying where I was felt heavier than leaving everything I knew. Now I’m parenting in a city I love. I’m still figuring out how I fit inside it. I am still learning the language, the rhythms, and the unspoken rules of daily life. This move was part of a larger shift I wrote about earlier in This Isn’t the Life I Planned… Motherhood doesn’t reset when…

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    This Is Not the Life I Planned (But Here We Are)

    At some point, you realize the life you imagined quietly disappeared and something else took its place. I never believed life unfolded neatly. I didn’t grow up with certainty or fairytales; I grew up hoping I’d find something steady enough to build around. Some of my closest friends, the ones I grew up with, had family relationships I deeply longed for. I didn’t have a dream wedding in mind or a picture-perfect family story I expected to live into. I just wanted a happy, content, genuine family life. My expectations were simpler. In hindsight, they were smaller. I wanted to find love and build a family. I aimed to create…