(Aka East Coast allies)
I actually can say that I am not the first one to think about changing my life coming to US. Beside Miss F. that you will know later on there are other Italians that are trying to realize their dreams in the land of opportunities like me. Two of them are doctor Q. and his sweet girlfriend (soon doctor S.), two dear friends of mine who chose DC as their landing spot to start the long race to success.
Doctor Q. is Italian and he studied in my same university but, believe it or not, I really had the chance to know him in NY, while participating to NMUN program. We can actually think that NMUN was a sneak peer of what I am doing now; the only difference is that I don’t sleep in a hotel right now. Before the NMUN I met doctor Q. at the preparation courses for the program in Rome, and it was love at the first sight. Not physical love I mean, but mental and artistic love. At the end of the preparation course we performed a two man comic show in front of 200 people, destroying every chance to have a future in diplomatic career.
After the preparation course we flew with all the guys from our university to New York, and we both realized that US may be the place where we may actually belong. He is not working but studying right now in a famous and prestigious university in DC with his girlfriend, Italian and Canadian, that is studying too there political science. And, in the end, their dog Dakota, which shared the bed with when I went to visit them.
I found a good offer online, with Kayak which you may already know if you are American but you can’t know if you Italian. 120 dollars round trip to DC, which is a fair price compared to train (which take three and a half hours and costs 150 dollars) and bus (that takes a couple of lives to arrive to DC and costs a couple of sandwiches). I am not very fond of crowded places and even if I like the train more than the plane, I chose the latter one for the price and the flight time. I even had the central wing seat, so I could completely stretch my legs and enjoy a quickly half an hour flight.
DC is a mature place, that’s the first adjective that came into my mind the first time I landed there. I have been in DC before but never with somebody that is actually expert of the place (I prefer bars to discos and I just went around without destroying myself too much). I like the city, it seems quiet, with not much traffic, the temperature was warmer than New York and people seemed friendly and almost every guy in bar had my age. I guess that for university guys this could be a perfect place to study (and do the fraternity things we saw in movies that comes to Italy) (I would do that stuff if I’ll ever come back to university).
Georgetown was another city inside of Washington, a totally different one, and New York is extremely different too. Three worlds I would say. Which I prefer? I guess you already know the answer. The Big Apple is similar to Rome, it eats people who don’t understand it, but most of the people I met told me to wait a couple of months to rate the city and my experience. In the mean time, let me say that there is no place like home, and telling the truth I still don’t feel NY as my home. You know why? Every time I smell prosciutto in an Italian alimentari I still want to cry thinking to the ham I eat here.
(I even had the time to meet my friend Barry)