feeling the distance

Mostly I like living in Italy and rarely, if ever, regret the major life choices that brought me and kept me here, but then, at six o’clock in the morning, I receive an email with a picture of my baby sister holding her newborn son and I wish I lived a little closer, or even right next door.


About Jennifer

I'm a freelance translator and American expat. I live in Northern Italy with my two young sons.
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6 Responses to feeling the distance

  1. Jill says:

    It’s major life events like this that pull us in multiple directions. So happy for your sister and her new arrival yet am sorry for the feelings of nostalgia and distance that come immediately to mind. Thinking of you and hoping you can feel close to her in any way that works for you! XO

  2. Mauryn says:

    You’re an aunt?! How wonderful!!! Congratulations to your sister!

  3. Aunt Patti says:

    We must have received the same picture! Congratulations, Aunt Jennifer!

  4. meredith says:

    Yay! But yes, I know what you mean. I hope you have a trip back planned soon 🙂

  5. Gilla says:

    Hopefully, They’ll make a surprise trip to Italy and visit you.

  6. Annemarie says:


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