(spoiler: I wanted to!)
I know the immigration theme is hot right now, but my tale is a happy one, I am a privileged immigrant.
My friends and family know – because I’ve tormented them for years talking about it – that my dream has always been to request my Italian citizenship and live in Italy. Of my 8 great-grandparents, 6 were Italian and immigrated to Brazil, and even before I had ever set foot in Italy, I had a passion for the country that I’ve never been able to explain. I wanted to redo my grandparent’s journey, backwards.
For years I considered the best way to achieve it: via the consulate in Brazil would take too long (more than ten years), through a legal claim with a lawyer is a little faster, but it is expensive, so I finally decided that I would everything at once: move to Italy while processing locally the citizen request. So, I studied Italian and a lot about all the bureaucracy needed, to do everything by myself. As a remote freelance worker, it was a considerably “easy” move.
To cut it short, I made it. I moved, requested citizenship, and 6 months later I was an Italian citizen, and when I had all my documents ready… Italy entered in Lockdown. Yep. When I got my Italian ID, the very next day, COVID was spreading and Italy entered in lockdown, so I could not properly start my Italian life and spent the next 2 months locked in a small flat that should have been temporary, but due to my citizenship process taking more time than expected and then lockdown and after that, Brazil’s COVID situation worsening, the temporary arrangements were my home for 1 year.
As the information above shows, this happened in 2020, but I’ve never told how my Italian life came to be in a structured way, and now I feel like writing about it, writing about how I became an immigrant. I am not sure if someone is interested, but it interests me, as my personal register, so I am registering it. Feel free to ride along with me.