The Eternal City
“Rome is the city of echoes, the city of illusions, and the city of yearning.” -Giotto
Rome and I have a long history. I first set foot in this city when I was studying abroad in Florence in 2001. I moved back to Rome during a very short stint in 2003 before I moved to NYC and began coming back nearly every weekend in 2008 when I met my (soon to be ex) husband. I officially moved here when I graduated from my masters program in March of 2010: I boarded a Vueling flight from Barcelona, paid about 100x the ticket price in oversized and overweight baggage and I never left.
Since then, I got married, I worked in television (on and off screen), I opened and worked for luxury hotels, I traveled, I played, I had a baby, I roamed, I got lost, I found myself, I founded Morganic Kitchen. My marriage broke, I broke with it.I made incredible friends and along with those, a few enemies. I laughed, I loved, I cried- a lot.
I did a good amount of writing, of wandering, and of wondering.
I died a little. And then I was reborn. I lived. I REALLY lived.
And the one constant- throughout all of this change/metamorphosis/evolution- has been ROME: La città eterna- with its san pietrini underfoot snapping my Valentino heels, the stuffy historic trattorie who never change their menus or waiters or wine lists.
The light- the magnificent light in Rome: sunrise, sunset, and everything in between.
The street artists, the bums, the Cacio e Pepe, church bells, feisty Italians judging me, dog shit, espresso. The history, beauty, and splendor. Rome has been a constant part of my life for the last ten years- it has accompanied me on an extraordinary journey and it never ceases to amaze me..then again, it never ceases to disappointment me. I’m addicted to this city: I’m addicted to its beauty- its nonsense and its timelessness. I am as much a part of Rome as Rome is a part of me.
But something has changed. A flip has been switched -and what I once saw as new has now become worn-my wonder has turned to dismay. Rome is eternal, but maybe my love for it isn’t. It’s time for a change.
And with that, I’ll leave you with this photo👆🏻taken by me on one of my many evening walks along the Tiber.
I’m not sure what I’m going to do with this new sentiment-the expiration of my love- but one thing is for sure: Rome is and will always remain the city of echoes, of illusions and of yearning.
It’s what we do with that that makes all the difference.