I was 20 years old when I decided to move 13'500 km away from home.
At that time, because of that important life changing, people were telling me I was very brave. An example for many that always wished to do it, but never found the courage to go for real.
But being honest, I never thought I was doing such a special thing.
At that time I had reached a point where nothing was making me happy anymore, nothing around me seems to be interesting.
I was born in Pisa, Italy. A city with 90 thousand people, only famous for the Leaning Tower.
A city that, after all my life spent there, didn't have much more to offer me.
Every day same routine, same places, same people, same friends, same faces of who has exactly your same feelings about the life they are living, but probably run out of time for make some changes.
I finished High School in June 2012. My final score at the end of it wasn't great, just good enough to don't fail the all year. Study wasn't something for me, and without thinking twice I decided to don't go at university.
English is not my native language, and I have never studied it properly, I'm mostly a self taught.
I apologize in advance for any possible grammatical mistakes.
I'm still doing my best to improve! :)