I wasn't getting any younger. I figured I could always work again if I wanted to. But right now? I wanted to climb a waterfall in Cambodia and ride a motorbike in Vietnam.
So I quit my job, retired, and divorced my husband. We had 30 years together, raised our amazing kids — but to sum it up, he had no curiosity. I didn't want just to walk the dog, play pickleball, and tend a garden. I wanted a bigger life.
After the divorce, I moved into a small apartment in Colorado with a monthly rent of $1,700. I still have it and rent it out to traveling nurses abroad.
In the beginning, I thought I'd travel the majority of the year, come back to the States, and live a "normal" life there for one month a year.
For some time, I did that. I've visited nearly 50 countries, including Cambodia, Laos, Vietnam, Madagascar, Turkey, Cyprus, and the more popular spots, like France, Italy, Spain, Portugal, and Greece.
After being a mom to four kids, it's amazing to travel alone. Eating, sleeping, and reading when you want to is nice. You can go back to the same restaurant twice or visit a museum. You have no one to apologize to or explain yourself to.
I remember sitting on a bench in front of Picasso's famous painting Guernica in the Reina Sofía Museum in Madrid. Who knew I could sit and look at it for half an hour without anyone saying, "Oh my God, can we go? Are you done?"
It was a sense of freedom that was incredible.
After 7 years of full-time backpack and hostel traveling, I was ready to set up a home base. I wanted to put my toothbrush on my own sink and put my clothes on a hanger somewhere.
I knew I didn't want to live in the US anymore. Not only did I feel empowered abroad, but I also felt that the US no longer aligned with my values.
I wasn't into the US's overconsumption. With the divisive political climate and the ridiculous gun culture, there was no way in hell I'd live there after experiencing a more peaceful life in so many other countries.
In 2022, moved to Portugal on a retirement residency visa. After about 11 months, I realized I could apply for Italian citizenship through ancestry, and the process would be faster in Italy than in the US. That was a game changer.
For some time, I explored different parts of Italy, trying to determine where I wanted to live.
I lived in a small medieval village in Umbria, and visited Bologna, Milan, Torino, Rome, and Florence. Then I went to Palermo, a city on the island of Sicily, and it hit me: I had found my soul city.
Palermo is a feast for the senses. There's laughter, joy, noise — it's completely lovely.
I moved to the city in October 2024. I didn't want to live in the suburbs — though living in the outer areas will always be less expensive and, in some ways, more authentic. So, I chose to live in the city center.
I live in an area where I can walk for about 15 minutes and be at a cathedral, the gardens, or in the neighborhoods where all the restaurants, markets, and festivals happen.
Palermo has a vast and active expat community. I feel safe in my neighborhood.
I have a good friend who lives by the local train station, about a 30-minute walk from my apartment. I walk back from her house all the time late at midnight, and there's no stress — I'm not walking with my keys in my hand.
My apartment is about 1,100 square feet, and I pay around $800 monthly plus a $100 condominium fee.
It came completely furnished and is gorgeous. I have three sets of French doors that open onto three separate balconies. The floors are terrazzo with border patterns, and there are medallions on the 12-foot high ceiling. My bathroom is spacious, which is hard to find in Italy, where showers are often the size of a phone booth.
The apartment building dates back to the early 1930s. Although it is old, compared to some other buildings in Italy, it feels relatively new.