Vital stats: I never thought they mattered, but like tertiary aromas in a vintage Bordeaux, your past comes back in whiffs and layers.
I moved to NYC in August of 2009 after eight years in Italy, via Chicago (cold), via Missouri (Show Me!).
I spent my 20s teaching English, translating, freelance travel writing and studying wine. Now I'm a certified sommelier. It's actually quite scientific.
The experience of absorbing another language and culture has vastly altered my perspective from the way I communicate to the way I cook. I miss the every-day stimulation and challenge of thinking in another way.
How does this translate to being back in my homeland? I am very attracted to men (and people in general) who inspire me to be better, smarter and bolder and make the most of my talents.
I cook and eat genuinely because that’s how I was raised, and Italy really banged it into me. Let me cook for you! I know plenty about wine and pairing but I will defend your favorite $10-dollar bottle to the death because sentiment changes everything. That said, militant food trends and too much Instagram-ing make me feel weird, and I also believe in eating local. If that means fried chicken and BBQ in Dallas, bring it on. With gravy.
I love NYC for everything if offers, but my happiest moments have been in the garden (I coordinate mine on the block), or in the park, or on the front steps with best friends. We could have been anywhere in the world. When I left Europe I left that door wide open. While I feel quite ready to share my vibrant, lucky life with someone I admit that I’m not sure where the “settling” down should take place.
I adore the combination of thrill and calm that comes with being in love with someone who loves you back. I have big and small adventures to plan, and company would make it better.