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…