My story

"The two most important days in life are the day you were born and the day you understand why." - Mark Twain

Unintentionally, I began working in US international law a few years ago as an experiment.

Midway through 2013, I decided to follow my husband and our unconditional love to New York City.

With a nine-hour flight, I was extremely anxious about shifting my mindset from a civil law system to a common law system. Could I consider it?

I was getting so nervous. Resetting the brain seemed to be the optimal solution.

In New York City, where I began working for a renowned American immigration law firm, it was one of the greatest challenges ever: so difficult, unknown, and enticing all at once. These photographs on the Ds-160 forms were never suitable for uploading, resulting in daily back-and-forth.

I will never forget running for blocks at inconvenient times and proudly wearing a "tomato sauce mustache" from my bulk-cooked spaghetti in order to be at the office at 22:00 because "the situation must be solved quickly."

Translations, apostille, and legalization quickly became enemies of my patience, waking me up in the middle of the night. The expedition of one thousand platings was less difficult.

I have balanced numerous issues. Knowledge-hunger becomes atavistic.

Ranging from the recognition of American citizenship to the formation of an LLC or a corporation. LLC or corporation? Constitution or Operating Agreement? I recall that I was at maximum lung capacity when everything began.

I worked so hard to escape unscathed and without committing too many mathematical errors.

When I returned to Italy from my trip abroad, I reflected on my first career crush, immigration law. It was challenging and complicated, but intriguing.

Not forgetting that I was raised in the United States, I chose to earn a second law degree and an MBA in Madrid in order to gain a better understanding of European culture.

I am now a Spanish attorney.

Then I fell back in love. A rapid-fire romance. My heart pounded when I learned how Iure Sanguinis could obtain citizenship recognition.

I'm uncertain whether I fell in love with the words "iure sanguinis," which made me think of my roots and ancestors, or with the word "citizenship," which made me think of traditionalism.

I only know that Cupid successfully shot his arrow. The vision is both idealistic and realistic.

The answer to the question "what do you want to do with your life?" became crystal clear to me at that time: juggling between citizenship by paternal or maternal line, residence permits, and registration. plus much more besides.

Here I am. I was correcting misspelled names on 1800-year-old documents.

I felt so content, grateful, and complete.

Here is my project, which serves as my online business card.

Perhaps even overly ambitious.

Even though I occasionally miss the company of the Empire State Building and my faithful binge-eating companion, Shake Shack - a world-class fast food that you should try in the United States - I am extremely content.

and thirsty for more and more knowledge.