As July 30 winds down, I can’t let the night slip away without acknowledging what this date means to me. Today marks my one-year anniversary living in the Napa Valley, and what a blast I’ve had these last 12 months. From making new friends (not to be confused with acquaintances) to carving out a new career for myself to swimmingly adjusting to life in small town Rutherford, this has been a most memorable 365 days.
From driving myself to the emergency room one week after I arrived to experiencing the Napa Valley Wine Train for the first time to wild soirees at Raymond Vineyards to scrumptious meals practically in vineyards to leaving a 30+-year journalism career to work for Alpha Omega winery to discovering the cohesiveness of the Napa Valley wine community that makes me proud to be a part of it, the past year has been eventful and rewarding.
The other day while I was speaking about my career at the San Francisco Public Relations Roundtable, I was asked about my ability to move with ease from job to job, state to state, and even from one country to another. I had never thought much about it because moving has been a part of me for so long and was always so easy for me because of my ability and desire to meet and connect with people of all backgrounds. I wasn’t an Army brat. I had one childhood home, not counting when I moved to Dallas for my senior year in high school. I simply find people and places fascinating. As much as I enjoy reading, I love interaction even more. I’ve always said that the world is my encyclopedia.
I was also asked what is on my bucket list. Oddly enough, I’ve never created a bucket list. I spoke about how moving back to Italy had always been in the foreground of my mind until now. When I lived in San Francisco, I still imagined that I would find my way back to Italy. But now that I live in Napa, then that urge to move back to Italy no longer exists — Napa is the new Italy you know.
That’s not to say that I wouldn’t return to Italy for good if some dashing (and single) Italian Count whom I couldn’t resist came along and properly courted me before whisking me off to Italy. Or maybe I’ll meet him when I go to Italy in September. One never knows what adventure lies ahead when a single girl travels solo, especially to Italy!