In our third year together, Luca and I married and had Giovanni. Everything was great until the fear and pressure of being a parent sank in. I suddenly felt like we were horrible parents for living so far away from our families. I told myself we would never make it on the island as a family. I somehow managed to convince my husband to move back to Wisconsin to be near my family. I know you are asking yourselves why not Italy? Why not anywhere but a small town in Wisconsin? I ask myself the same questions sometimes and I have no good answers. I was 27 when I sold my first business and headed back to the Midwest, my family in tow. We were off to live the American dream.