Some would call it rock bottom. Some would call it punishment.
I call it home.
For the next 386 days (or more), I have returned to my hometown and taken residence with my 73 year old grandmother (Nonna). After spending $150,000 plus in “educating myself” (or masochism…whatever works), I found myself not quite understanding how my meager salary would pay my ever growing set of “grown up” bills. So, I decided to pack up the U-Haul, say goodbye to my roommates (and social life) and head back to the streets of my youth.
This in and of itself is not uncommon. But, then again, no one has a Nonna like mine. Because a biography of myself would be boring, and totally irrelevant to the blog, I’ll tell you a little more about Nonna. Nonna was born in Sicily in 1935. She remained in Italy until she gave birth to my dad. She, my grandfather and my dad the humongous baby, took the boat across the Atlantic and ended up in New Jersey. A few years later, my uncle arrived and the family was complete. This all seems pretty normal right?
Now let me tell you a little about the real Nonna. Nonna is a legend. Not only can she make the best eggplant parm on this side of the Atlantic (and maybe both sides on a good day), but she hashes out little pieces of “advice” which – when I tell people were said by my grandmother – leaves their jaws on the floor. Not only does she not have a matching couch set in her house, everything in the house is at least 35 years old, including her clothes. She prides herself on this, while I can’t understand how the oven works when you can’t even see the dials. Nonna does her own electrical and plumbing work and 6 months after breaking her hip she was mowing her lawn in 80 degree heat with a push mower. The woman is an ox.
But it would be unfair to talk about Nonna without talking about her immense love on family. Nonna is the most loving and caring individual I have ever met in my life. She not only has opened up her home to me, she has opened it up to countless people looking for a cup of coffee and some conversation. All of my friends, both of my sisters friends, and our cousins’ friends too refer to her as Nonna – because that’s what she is – the eternal grandmother.
Ok enough with the sappy stuff and onto the blog! It should prove to be an interesting year.