Part Five – America
I moved away from home in 2006, when I was 21; a fairly common age for an American to head out into the great big world all alone.
I should mention, however, that I didn’t actually move very far: a three-minute drive and I was parked in front of my parent’s house again. The trip from my brother’s house to my parent’s house sure was quick!
Big bro had invited me to live with him and his wife while I went to college, and I jumped on the opportunity to have a bit of freedom. I still don’t know why he decided to propose the idea. I paid rent and contributed to the bills, of course, but as I sit and write, I find myself wondering what urged him to invite me there in the first place.
(Note to self: ask big bro why he invited you to live with him.)
From 2006 until I moved permanently to Italy in 2011, though, I can’t tell you how many times I ended up back at the parent’s house….