A New Beginning

When I moved to California about one year ago to be with my husband, I left everything behind and just trusted life. I did it out of love. Love for my husband, my family, my job, my friends. Out of love for life. And I did it because I did not have any strong reasons to say: ‘No, I won’t’, and destroy my husband’s ambitions to be a scientist - which, they say, in Italy you cannot be. I thought it might be a good chance for me, too, to do – I am not sure what. But to do, you know, stuff, a new job, anything.

On August 16, 2010 I landed into this foreign land and life with everything I had been packed into a couple of orange suitcases and everything I knew sitting on my left ring finger, a golden wedding band. The next day my husband left for work at 10:00. (he had been living here longer then me – knew everything already) and I found myself home alone, in a place I did not know, nobody I knew around, no car, no bike, nothing in the fridge, and, most of all, nothing to do. Nothing. And this is basically what's been happening for endless days (I was able to fix the fridge part, and the car part, too. I am working on the 'friends' part, also). So I had to invent a new life for myself. Invent it from scratch.

I thought I knew, but I didn’t. I thought I was strong, but I wasn’t. I was frail. I am frail. Yet, this frailty, this faithful companion, has taught me to look, and see, and appreciate, and love again. Hopefully. That’s the reason why this blog - Thank you Frailty - was born. I cannot but marvel at frailty, that open gate which reveals the heart of men and women, their fears, and hopes and tears. Their greatness. This is what look for when I meet strangers. This is what I ask for when I am among those I love. Because I know this gate will lead me exactly there where I need to be: me, finally.