AB ANTIQUO AD NOVUM
From the Ancient to the New
Ab Antiquo Ad Novum can be translated as From the Ancient to the New, but also more simply as From the Old to the New. For me this saying has become a bit of a mantra in my life, moving forward from the past and into the future. This step in my life is very much a reflection of that, I am stepping away from a version of myself that needs to be let go and moving forward to find a new and better self. The past is always with you, a part of who you become, much like the ancient ruins are mixed throughout the modern city of Rome.
I created another blog of this name about 4 years ago for my semester abroad in Rome, and the concept was the contrast of ancient and modern that is the city of Rome. At first, I wanted this blog to be more strictly about Rome; focusing on the art and culture of the city and my experience through school. However, I feel like I need this to be more true to self, and more holistically me. It will include art and culture, food and wine(so much wine), some of my personal life and history, and basically any turns this phase of my life throws at me. So this will be the good, the bad, the weird, and unapologetically me. I want to share a bit of myself with the world, my life, my story, and my journey from the old to the new.
HOW I GOT HERE
Hope rises from the ashes of shattered dreams..
Sometimes even the worst things in life happen for a reason. 2018 was a truly terrible year for me in a lot of ways. My personal life fell apart and I’ve struggled to pick up the pieces of the person that I used to be. I started a new job that I thought was a wonderful step to a new career, but life always seems to have other plans for us. In September I was hit by a car and have been spending most of my time since then at home recovering from my injuries.
In some ways I think that car was the best thing that happened to me last year. It forced me to take a step back and re-evaluate where I was in life. It has been difficult adjusting to being so immobile, and it was difficult to leave a job that I had been very excited for. But it gave me the opportunity to take a break and return to my favorite place I the world for a brief visit. Through a life-changing 2 weeks in Rome I wandered the city and did a lot of thinking about where I was heading in life. I decided that I wasn’t happy and that I needed to make some drastic changes.
Through reconnecting with old friends and professors from my time studying abroad I discovered an amazing new graduate program in Rome. I spent my last day in a whirlwind of meetings with an old professor, the admissions department, and the program director. In the midst of finals week, they all took the time to meet with me and discuss the program. The next day as I boarded my plane, I was sad to leave, but hopeful that I would be able to return soon.
It is with the most exquisite joy that I can say that I will be returning to Rome this fall to begin a graduate program at John Cabot University to pursue my Masters’ degree in Art History. From the ashes of one of the worst years of my life comes the start of something new and wonderful. Thank you to everyone who has been there for me through this last year and helped me to rediscover my joy and passion.