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Yet again, the days had turned into months, and while seeing my existing relatives and the cobblestone streets gave me some sense of peaceand belonging, the truth was things moved on after my family had left many years ago. People's lives went on, routines continued, surroundings changed, and even new connections were made. Although I felt warm and safe here because it was familiar, Istill found I needed something different, something new. I needed a fresh start, and sadly I realized I wouldn't find that here either as I had previously thought. Instead of running towards my reawakening, I had run towards what I knew, what I recognized, my comfort zone.

Many people do not welcome change as they are afraid of it, that's what it boils down to. I was always in that group. Didn't like change, refused to accept it, although the reality was happening among us, there was nothing anyone could do to stop it. But, as I grew older, and watched the world unfold around me, I saw what change brought. And it wasn't always something negative, in many caseschange was good.

I still believe I made the right choice, taking the time to return to my roots. It made me feel whole again, if nothing else, at least for a while. I also believe I made the right choice in returning to America. Though Vernazza had once been my home and held so many dear memories, that part of my life was over, as I had said things changed. I was learning to accept the fact that living in America had begun a new chapter in my life, the most recent chapter actually because I was old

enough to recall most of it which made it even more meaningful. I thought that by running back to the place where there was once peace and fond memories that would be all I needed, I would feel like I was home. But I wasn't, most of my life hadbeen built in America, the good and the bad and so I found myself packing my things late one night after my aunt and uncle had gone to sleep. I didn't want to alarm them nor did I want them to try to talk me out of leaving. It was the right thing for me, I needed to do this, I just didn't want to hurt them along the way.


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