Mid-year resolutions by Stephanie Nuzzo
By Stephanie Nuzzo
I’ve been hearing a whole lot about people’s plans for this year. There have been a lot of new beginnings promised for 2011, but to me, New Years’ resolutions are bullsh*t. I had my new beginning in June this year.
Halfway through 2010 I decided I was over the Groundhog-days I was living, grabbed a friend and flew across the world. For seven weeks I roamed around the cities I had previously known through the pictures on my desktop screen, and experienced the cliché’ of ‘discovering myself.
I learnt that a part of me belongs in London; Spitalfields markets, the pub-culture, the shopping, Pret-a-Manger, the shopping, the shopping, the shopping … it all just agreed with me. I learnt that the men in Ireland do NOT resemble Gerard Butler in P.S I Love you, but the people are a laugh and they will outdrink you. I learnt that boys in Amsterdam are not to be trusted. And I learnt about my heritage – as horribly cheesy as that may sound…
For the last week of my trip I stayed with family in Alcamo, Sicily; family I had never met, mind you.
I stepped out into the airport, quietly freaking out inside because noone knew how to speak English and I wasn’t sure who would be waiting to pick me up. But when I walked out through the gate, I recognised them immediately, standing there with a big sign that read ‘Stephany’ in pink letters. They ran up to me and thrust a bunch of flowers in my face. After only moments, I felt a deep connection with these people I didn’t even know. In this frenzy of lips and arms, I had found myself in a familiar place.
On the stony beaches of Italy’s soccer ball I forgot about unattended emails and Facebook notifications, I was distracted from low G.I diets and gym memberships … I just explored the Mediterranean island that was once home to my grandparents. And that one lazy week gave me a whole lot more than any anaemic New Years’ resolution ever has.