In the last years, among hashtags and blog posts, the word “expat” has been typed with increasing frequency. If I had to venture a definition, I would say an expat is a person living far away from home. Maybe not necessarily far, simply away. If this definition is right, then I’m a part-time expat. IRead more
It’s time to pack again. Leaving home hurts. Not having a home hurts even more. Leaving your love breaks your heart, each time a little more. When I leave Italy, I always feel the many things I’m going to miss, and when I’m in Brazil I miss them. But when I leave Brazil, I leaveRead more
So, in this N-month long reflection about what this blog is about – and what I am about – I thought maybe editing my About page might be a start. Sure, not having found an answer to my questions yet, it wasn’t an easy start.Read more
I need to get away. Away from this house. Away from university. Away from people. Away from stomach aches. Away from Italy. Away, far away. But what do I want to reach? Independence. My boyfriend. Creativity. Positivity. Love. Work. Brain activity. Real life. Myself.Read more
I’m about to write one of those posts that I can only write when I’m upset, and it probably won’t make sense even to me when I’m fine again. I’m out-of-my-mind upset, so I can’t imagine what the result will be.Read more
Namaste! I'm Mariachiara, a 25-year-old who always carries a pen and a notebook in her bag. I write, drink tea, do yoga, and find myself over and over again.