Letter from Veera: The Magic That Happens After You Take the First Step

I always knew.

Not in a loud, but calm and quiet way.

Somewhere in me that one day I would have a place in Italy.

Not just a house. A place, that feels like coming home.

The kind of home you don’t need to explain to anyone.

I travel a lot.

Past 15 years. 300+ days per year.

My life moves between countries, airports, short stays, long stays and temporary routines.

I’m used to adapting, to finding my rhythm wherever I land.

People said I need a holiday between jobs but I didn’t want to travel. Again. Travel from traveling.

There was this feeling, that somewhere in Italy, there was a place where I wouldn’t have to adapt at all. Where things would just feel right.

A little mad decision one summer.

I started the way everyone does.

Scrolling options. Dreaming.

Hours on property portals. Clicking through listings and saving links. Opening maps and trying to understand locations from photos, that didn’t say much. Neither the names of the villages.

And the photos. Those photos!

Sometimes stunning, sometimes I couldn’t believe my eyes.

Dark and blurry. Hideous interior design. Photos clearly not telling the whole story.

What I knew all along was that it wasn’t just about finding a house.

It was about understanding where I belonged.

I couldn’t do that through a screen.

Important moment was that I stopped trying to figure everything out on my own.

Not because I couldn’t, but because I didn’t want to do it that way anymore.

My time is valuable, my energy is valuable.

I needed someone who could see with me. Someone who could translate not just the language, but the feeling of a place.

Someone who understood my needs and was not afraid of my crazy “i want this”- list.

Someone who could tell me, this could be you, or gently say, this is not it.

Someone to walk next to me, not ahead of me.

That was my first step.

I reached out and one phone call changed it all.

And suddenly, everything shifted.

I had a team.

I had clarity.

Not because the options became simpler, but because I was no longer alone in interpreting them. I had someone reflecting my thoughts back to me, helping me understand what I actually wanted. Not what looked good on paper but what felt right for my life.

I drove from work straight to Italy.

Instead of wandering endlessly, I moved through six carefully selected locations.

Each one different. Each one showing me something new about myself and about what home could feel like.

I didn’t feel rushed. I didn’t feel pushed.

I felt accompanied and enjoying the process.

And then… there it was. I found it.

Not the place I had imagined at the beginning, but something better. Something that felt like me, in a way I couldn’t have predicted.

The first time I arrived there, I didn’t need to question anything.

I was standing on a balcony.

Staring to the valley.

And I just knew.

This is where I come back to.

Even now, after everything is done, after the papers are signed and the process is behind me, the connection didn’t end there. Sometimes I still send a message. Just to say how beautiful it feels. How peaceful. How right.

Because that’s the thing no one tells you:

Finding your place in Italy is not just about buying property.

It’s about allowing yourself to take that first step before everything is perfectly clear.

Because the clarity comes after.

Veera

PS. Riina's note: The images are a selection from Veera's curated list. Out of the 14 properties hunted for Veera, only 4 are still available. Now is the perfect time to pursue your dreams, let's discuss!