A sacrifice, one of the first, in sight of our dream.
Posted: Sun Jan 19, 2025 3:56 am
We decide to move, me, my husband and our three children , Iago, Nina and Timo.
We leave our life of comfort and certainties to move to Brianza, to my father's house.
The plan was:
“Let’s rent out the house in Milan, stay here for a year, and save up enough to buy our new houseboat.”
In the meantime, I continue my work as a freelancer ukraine consumer mobile number list remotely in the fashion industry, with much less stimulation than that offered by contact with Milanese fashion.
My husband, as a physicist at the National Institute of Nuclear Physics, goes from riding his bike to work for 5 minutes, to having to drive for 3 hours there and back every day.
The children changed schools and had to make new friends in a remote village of 5,000 souls.
And so the first year passes , the premeditated one.
Then the second one too , and suddenly we find ourselves at the end of the third .
Time was passing, inexorably, the children were growing up and it was clear that the money would not be enough.
One day we looked at each other:
“You only live once.”
Now or never, the time had come to play it all, to get what we really wanted.
So we finally sold the house in Milan.
We leave our life of comfort and certainties to move to Brianza, to my father's house.
The plan was:
“Let’s rent out the house in Milan, stay here for a year, and save up enough to buy our new houseboat.”
In the meantime, I continue my work as a freelancer ukraine consumer mobile number list remotely in the fashion industry, with much less stimulation than that offered by contact with Milanese fashion.
My husband, as a physicist at the National Institute of Nuclear Physics, goes from riding his bike to work for 5 minutes, to having to drive for 3 hours there and back every day.
The children changed schools and had to make new friends in a remote village of 5,000 souls.
And so the first year passes , the premeditated one.
Then the second one too , and suddenly we find ourselves at the end of the third .
Time was passing, inexorably, the children were growing up and it was clear that the money would not be enough.
One day we looked at each other:
“You only live once.”
Now or never, the time had come to play it all, to get what we really wanted.
So we finally sold the house in Milan.