Born and raised
Nestled amidst the vibrant pulse of the city, I stumbled upon her – a woman with an infectious energy and a hint of an Italian accent. As the sun gleamed against a wall, we delved into her story, a journey from the heart of Torino to the vast landscapes of Australia.
“I’m a Torino girl, a city where everyone knew everyone. It’s in North Italy, bustling with life and tightly knit communities. Family? Oh, it’s the very fabric of our being. Mum, dad, my younger brother and me – that was my world. Let me tell you a little about growing up in a family that smashed gender roles before it was even a thing? It was empowering. They didn’t just teach me to live, they taught me to thrive.
Preparing For The Journey
I recall my time working in a local pub, serving drinks and stories, and then as a cashier at a cinema. But beneath the day jobs was a passion. “I was at uni, you see. Dreamed of becoming a teacher. Special needs kids have a place in my heart, but life had its own screenplay.”
A twinkle in her eye betrayed a hint of adventure as she shifted topics, Then came love, and with it, a new chapter. Moving to Australia wasn’t just about love, it was a leap of faith. Though I had saved up some money with tutoring gigs, nothing could truly prepare me for the cultural tidal wave that hit me.
Torino was intimate, while Australia felt expansive and isolating. But even in unfamiliar terrains, my roots found soil. You won’t believe it – but I landed my first job on a farm, all thanks to the Italian connections here. My English? Broken at best. But the universe has a way of sending angels when you least expect. I had one – a fairy godmother, if you will. Without her, navigating the initial years would’ve been unimaginably tough.
My story wasn’t without its trials. When my relationship ended, my godmother was my rock. Culture, back then, wasn’t as intertwined as it is now. And yes, loneliness could’ve been a shadow, but you know, I never felt it. Not here. All because of one thing: self-love.
Recovery With The Right Support System
Loving yourself is a journey, not a destination. I was in this tumultuous relationship for over two years. But in its aftermath, I found healing. A spiritual healer showed me the way, and suddenly, the lessons from my parents resounded louder than ever: ‘Always be yourself.’
My journey to Australia wasn’t without its anxious turns, especially concerning my aging parents and the uncertainty of my immigrant status. But anxiety is just a chapter, not the entire story. My fairy godmother, my support system, they were my anchors.
As our conversation came to a close, I was left with the portrait of a woman who, amidst the chaos of change and challenge, found her true north in self-love and an indomitable spirit. And in the heart of South Australia, I was reminded of the universality of our human journey, of love, loss, and rebirth.
Australia Has Pushed Me To Heal People – Introducing Unalomecare
Christina’s reiki is a phenomenal experience. I was tired one day and felt really burdened and so she asked me to come over along with a few other friends. We meditated and she did some reiki on me which immediately took off this heaviness I had in my mind from all the stress and had the best sleep ever that day. I don’t know what she did but it worked! Check her out on Instagram below.
Instagram – @Unalomecare