When I moved to Turin to be with my husband (then boyfriend) I struggle  to find friends. My life was great: I had a job I liked, I met nice people, and I had (and fortunately continue to have) an amazing, patient, loving husband. Yet, I still felt a bit empty. I couldn’t find my people. You know, those friends that are family. The ones you can turn to for anything, the ones that will cry with you, and a minute later make you laugh hard enough to pee your pants. Those are the friends that  ...