June 4, 2012 by JL Walker
Then came the moment which would turn out to be a life-changing decision: I had to choose a foreign language. It was originally French and I studied that Romance language for a year as a freshman in high school with a wonderful teacher, Mr. Mortine. Sophomore year was the real turning point, however, my French class conflicted with jazz band and american studies and I had to choose another language. Of all the languages available at the high school and through the local university, Italian was the most appealing.
A few years later I went off to a liberal arts college and spent a year abroad in – of course – Italy. After a few months in Milan I met a very important person who would become the real reason I ended up living permanently in Italy. The whole list of sub-reasons that led to my final decision is a whole nother story.
If only I had met and befriended classmates with different ancestry and if only my high school French class hadn’t conflicted with other courses I probably wouldn’t be living here and about to start my application to request Italian citizenship.
But here I am.
And here I go.