Whenever anyone heard I lived in Milan… I got the most awesome reactions… OOOOOOOOO YOU’RE SO LUCKYYYYYY!!!! And I was always all ‘Meh’. And then everyone was shocked.
Now I’ve been home for two days. Not two whole days yet, but almost. And what can I say… I hated Milan so very much. Yet, when I was leaving, when I was riding the metro for the last time, riding the bus, walking on the street where I used to run almost every morning, and saying my final goodbyes to my roommates, my classmates, and even the lady downstairs (who sat at the reception in my apartment building), my heart was breaking.
I have no qualms admitting I hated Milan. In fact, I hated it so much that I refused to spend any free weekend in the city. From Paris to Luxembourg to Bratislava to Torino, I visited each of those places because I didn’t want to be in Milan. But now I’m thinking of all the things I didn’t see, all the gelaterias and pizzerias I didn’t eat at, all the gems that are still lying undiscovered, just because I thought I’d go next week, or next month, because ‘there’s still time’.
I didn’t go up to the roof of the Duomo.
I didn’t see an opera at La Scala, one of the finest theatres in the world.
I didn’t see the Last Supper painting.
I didn’t shop at Corso Como, 10, something I had been hearing about ever since I went.
In fact, I didn’t do any shopping at all. (In MILAN! Imagine that!) (Maybe the 15000 tie that I saw at a display threw me off 😛 )
I didn’t even visit the must-sees in Italy. Naples? Florence? Sicily? Naaaaw! I’ll just go everywhere in eastern Europe. There’s ‘lots of time’ to see Italy after all!
I really wanted to visit some amazing new friends I had made. One lives in Nice, and the other in Rotterdam. What fun it could have been. (I’m not even talking about places like Spain and Portugal that I didn’t even go near!)
So, yes. I can say I left Milan with a lot of unfulfilled wishes. Regrets, if I may call them that.
But then, there’s home. There’s family and familiarity. And, oh, the food. All the food that I had missed so much all these months. My taste buds literally felt like they were emerging from a year-long coma (minus a two week period when I was home in the summer).
Maybe I’m looking for a kind of closure with this post. Sometimes I feel I didn’t check all those items of my list just so I would have an excuse to go back. And maybe I will. It’s so disorienting to imagine that I may actually never see all the friends I made again. In mere hours we went from eating dinner together to being spread out over different continents.
I think you are only excited about leaving a place if there is a hope of going back. With Milan… I don’t know if I ever will.
Oh well 🙂 It’s time for new beginnings. My cousin is getting married this week, so it’s going to be a week of festivities, and then the New Year 😀 No time to be reverse-homsick 😉 (I can’t believe I’m saying that!!!).
Have you ever moved to a place you thought you would NEVER like? And di you miss it when you left? Write to me and help me deal with this confusion!
Note: Images are not mine (except the first one), but I have linked to the source everywhere.