Posted by admin on Jan 04, 2016
“You look beautiful Sonia, Happy Birthday.”
“Thank you,” I replied, to my family and friends as they entered the venue to celebrate my fortieth birthday.
The party took place at one of my favourite restaurants in St Kilda. The theme was cocktail; the room the party was held in was just off the main part of the restaurant with a perfect view of the river. Everyone made the effort to dress up in their cocktail dresses and suits. The band played my favourite music; creating an ambience of joy and fun. It was a summer evening and it was daylight outside as the party began.
After weeks of soul searching I decided that I loved turning forty. I was happy I reached it alive, well and with all my faculties intact. But I couldn’t shake the nagging feeling that something was missing. I didn’t know what it was but all of a sudden I kept asking “what’s it all for?” By age forty my life consisted of getting up early, going to the gym, exercising, work, home and bed.
I had started to dabble with writing stories and cooking but I had no idea what that would be or how it would look. I also had no idea how I would go about a whole change of career. Then the travel bug had started to hit. I was longing to return to Italy, where my family of origin come from, but I didn’t want it to be a short trip. I yearned to return to live there for an extended period of time, to meet the people, live the culture and learn the language. I wanted a life changing experience but I had no idea how.