I’ve always dreamed about going to Milano, Italy. Every time I see a movie featuring a site in Milano, there’s a place added to the list. I dream about walking past all the grand fashion houses. Watching all the stunning street styles, seeing the Italian architecture. Pausing time to sit on a square at a terrace enjoying a lovely Italian wine. After that head back to the hotel to change into a fabulous dress to head to a fabulous pasta dinner with pizza as dessert. ”One day all this will be reality”, is what I told myself after fantasizing, but now after spending my two days in Milano, Italy it finally is a reality.
I have fulfilled this dream. I have done everything stated above. I’ve stood at Duomo and have done a 360° spin around as one should. The thing is, it wasn’t quite what I expected. Not Duomo, it was as spectacular as everyone has always said, but the way I felt. I had always thought that the moment I’d finally see it, I would be overjoyed, overhyped and just crazy excited. I wasn’t. I just asked myself a question over and over and over again as I was doing the 360° spin around.
I asked myself: What took you so long? Why haven’t you come here sooner? What was waiting good for? During my entire two day Milano trip, with every amazing thing I did or saw, these questions came back. Obviously I don’t have an answer, but I do have a realization. By waiting I was stealing my own dream, my smile and my own happiness. Waiting for one day to arrive is a habit that needs to be broken. One day might never arrive, I could die without having done all the things I wanted to do. A daunting thought.
I started thinking about the two days I spent in Milano, Italy because six months have passed since I started My Story Of I. In this period I have done a lot but there are still lots of things on my one day list. I remember how happy I was after I booked the trip, even though it was only for 48 hours in Milano. I could bounce off walls. I felt so alive, so good. That is a feeling I should make a household feeling.
I never thought a place I wanted to visit because of my love for fashion would teach me such an important life lesson.
Love,
DCPR.
Ps. I have learned many more travel lessons since my wonderful time in Milano which I gathered in this post!
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