From Italy to California, USA

Going back. To where I cam from. To the sunshine, the earthquakes, the crime and coffee shops. To the huge streets, shopping malls, good music systems in stores, palm trees. To old friends, relatives, sales, long straight streets, quiet cars.
It's my old town. But not really. It never felt just right.
I don't know. I don't really belong - not there, nor here.
When you have been in a foreign country for so many years and then you go back, it is so strange. And THAT is an understatement.
I don't feel American, and I don't feel Italian.
So what am I ???
And what am I doing asking a computer?
I go back and sort of feel like a foreigner. Like I feel in Italy. I am different from most here, taller, a little blonder (hmmm, well, most of it is my color with a little "highlights" of blond), and definitely not the typical Italian lady in my ways and habits. But then, in California, I don't really feel like them anymore. I am different! Living in Europe you are surrounded by glorious culture - the buildings, the art, the history. It is beautiful and rich.
So.....
next week I will be on my way....home.
But not really home.
On vacation, but not really on vacation.
And when my three weeks are up I will come home to Italy, which isn't really my home either.

(Mom's stove in L.A. and the city I live in Perugia, Italy)