My Life Italian?

I miss my blog, but I've had a little trouble finding its direction since I came back home. One of the largest items stuck in my writing craw has been the title.

This title promises stories of a girl finding her way in a new country, eating and drinking in the heart (my heart) of the culinary world. I'd hate to mislead, but I've decided to leave it alone, for this is the blog that tells the story of the formation of my current life. I'm back in Texas, adjusting to the American way after four and half years in my surrogate country, and trying to figure how to keep it Italian--how to have the best of both worlds.

This post by Italian Wine Guy shows that I'm not alone on such a journey.

So this is my new theme, my new direction. I am here to preach the delights of taking risks and leaving all behind to chase a dream, but I know (believe me) how hard this is, and downright impractical for all but the nuttiest of us. I'd like to find the best way to keep a little Italiano in our American lives, how to find what we need right here at home to satisfy that craving that I know, for so many of us, will never go away.