I miss conversing in English.

I really do miss talking to people in English. Maybe that’s the only drawback of living in Italy. Of course, I talk to my Italian true love in English. She actually teaches English. And English literature. But hey, outside of my true love, I don’t have much opportunity to converse in English. My daily correspondence, though, is in English. And I read English language newspapers and magazines and books. And I talk to myself in English. And I think in English. And I’m learning a little bit of Italian. But I won’t ever talk and understand Italian in a fluent manner. That limits me in Italy. Always will. But then, there are trade-offs. I like the feel of Italy. And the pace of living. It’s slower than in America. Another thing. I tend to be a loner. I like solitude. Though I mix well, socially. When I feel like it. I really do like people. And I’m curious. And observant. A good listener, too. Anyway, when I’m back in America, I have ample opportunity to talk. In English. That will seem like a novelty.  Not having to search for the right Italian word. Or not having to use sign language. To make myself understood. –Jim Broede