Hi all, how have you all been? Sorry I haven't written many personal blog posts lately, I have had some interesting work on as you can read in the earlier three blog posts, they were so fun to do, and very good experience for me, I had never done any sponsored posts before and was honoured to be asked to do them. I also had a lot of family commitments last week that took up a lot of my time, so the personal side of my blog I know has been slightly lacking, I wanted to write a post yesterday to be published today but I had a hell of a migraine from lunch time for most of the day and the thought of sitting in front of a computer screen was a non starter.
So I am back my lovely ones and I would like to write about a personal subject that I have had in my head for a while, and a post I have wanted to write but never knew how to put into words. So here goes, I am sure that regular readers of my blog might have worked out now that my family are Italian, my Mum was born on the Adriatic coast and my Dad from Naples. My Mum came over to the UK just after second world war when she was a teenager and my dad in the late sixties in his late twenty's they met got married had had their children. I was born in the UK so were my Brothers and Sister, and I have lived here all my life, growing up visiting my family in Italy, in the Summer Holiday's and sometimes Easter.
Someone asked me a question not long ago, a question I have been asked many times before, do you feel British or Italian. Is it possible to feel both? because I do.
I was born in North Wales, and I love it, I was so lucky to have been brought up in the most beautiful part of the world. So sometimes I can feel very in between I am sure many people who are brought up in a country were your parents weren't born feel just like me, belonging to neither of them, I feel Welsh I feel British and I feel Italian am I allowed to say that, when people look at me they know that I am not typically British looking and try to guess, when I speak I have an Welsh Accent, and I get the look of shock on people's faces trying to work me out, when I am in Italy my family treat me as Italian, but to everyone else I am British, WOW it's so hard to explain. Are you confused? I am.
I know that I am not alone in feeling this way, like I said there are millions of people like me, all over the world I can only comment on myself. I love that by the time I was fourteen I could speak four languages English, Italian, Welsh and French which I was taught in school, as each year goes by I am losing my French and Welsh which is sad because I don't use them often I can still understand a lot of it but don't speak it well anymore it's a shame and one day I hope to rectify that in the New Year see if I can pick them up again I will of course will let you know how I go. I can still speak Italian, because I hear it everyday.
So now you know a little bit more about me, sorry if I confused you in this post. I am off now to Netflix and chill as they say with my lovely one Ooohhh. 😃 speak soon love Mimi💋