Just a few years ago, I was living the responsible commute-work-eat-sleep lifestyle, and I was frustrated and stressed. I was a successful Speech and Language Therapist, but I wasn’t satisfied. Something was missing and with every day that passed, I was losing a part of what made me, me.
I had wanted to live overseas for years – I’d travelled a lot and had some great adventures, but every time I came back to Britain, I felt an overwhelming sense of loss. I just didn’t feel like I truly belonged there.
Several trips to Italy later, I fell in love with the place – the food, the culture, the sun (coming from Britain, that was important…) – what wasn’t there to love? And so, in the autumn of 2014, I trained to become an English teacher and, during one very frustrating, heinous day at work in the November, I handed in my notice with no other plan in mind apart from “I’m moving to Italy”.
So that’s how, in spring 2015, I moved to Naples. In my three years there, Naples gave me so much more than I could have asked for, including my husband who I met there, a second language, friends, freedom, travel, and a lifetime of unforgettable experiences. We spent our free time travelling, and I taught English to some lovely students. There’s a big expat community in Naples too, and we were so fortunate to meet lots of great people in our time there.
Now I live in San Diego with my husband and our beautiful baby daughter, and life has changed beyond recognition to the one I left behind in Britain! My husband is from California and moved to Naples around the same time I did. We moved back to San Diego in 2018 for his work, and soon after came our baby girl.
Life in the USA has been more challenging than our life in Italy for many reasons. Facing more culture shock here than when I moved to Naples, for example, definitely took me by surprise! But, we’re getting there and, with each day, things get a little easier. Our wonderful little girl helps tremendously – her smile melts my heart!
What about being vegetarian?
I’ve always been that way. As a child, my parents despaired at mealtimes because I wouldn’t eat. They think I was a born vegetarian.
I’m an ovo-lacto vegetarian, which means I eat animal products, such as milk and eggs, but not actual meat, fish or seafood. I’d say I’m more of a relaxed vegetarian, so I still eat cheese that hasn’t been prepared using vegetarian methods for example and, living in Italy and travelling, I’ve had to turn a blind eye to some things I might have been fussy about in the past, like food being prepared in the same area as meat. Different countries have different standards.
Vegetarianism doesn’t stop me from doing anything. I’m pretty easy-going about it and I don’t let it limit me. I didn’t choose vegetarianism, it chose me, and it doesn’t feel any different for me. Most of my friends aren’t vegetarian, my husband isn’t vegetarian, and my parents aren’t vegetarian.
So that’s my story! I hope my blog is entertaining/useful for you. Please get in touch if you want to ask anything or share your own experience.
Mother – Wife – Vegetarian – Expat – Brit – Traveller – Adventurer – Blogger – Daughter – Friend
– and navigating my way around this crazy thing we call life