Honey, You Need To Take a Look at This...



"You asleep?"

"Not anymore. What's up?"

"Didn't your grandfather or somebody come over from Italy?"

"Great-grandfather. Why?

"When was that, exactly?"

"Hmm, I'm not really sure. Dad was born in '39, and his dad probably 25 years or so before that. Turn of the century, maybe. Why?"



"You need to take a look at this..."

It will be a year ago this month that my husband's discovery about my family of origin set me on a pursuit of the "things of kings" - bloodline and heredity. Coming from an extremely humble background - okay, we were poor - I had never before felt I was entitled to anything special, let alone dual citizenship with a country whose language I had studied and upon whose soil I had trodden as a young university student. Even the education I had achieved in an effort to pull myself out of my family's rather dismal social strata never really felt like mine. I had always felt like an imposter in my own life. It never would have occurred to me in a million years that I would be eligible for Italian citizenship based solely on my paternal bloodline: great-grandfather, grandfather, father, me, and how that would change my entire belief about who I was and what that meant .

My Italian-American roots which, admittedly, I had tried to deny as they were characterized by generations of back-breaking labor and little to show for the so-called "American Dream", were starting to pay off for me in a way I never could have imagined! After reading a few short paragraphs on the website my husband shared with me, several rather directionless, meandering years began to melt away, and I rekindled a passion I had not felt since my college days! I developed an overwhelming desire to embrace my Italian self and bloodline and integrate it more fully into my personality and person - to become it and let it become me. I would embark upon a journey to a self never before fully acknowledged, fully explored, fully realized. This is the story of how I would become my authentic self. Me. I'm not yet sure how it will all unfold - not completely anyway - but join me on my journey and we'll find out together.




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