The Eternal City

“Rome is the city of echoes, the city of illusions, and the city of yearning.” -Giotto

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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.

Ciao Roma.

Con affetto,

Morgan