27/08/2026
Meet Hannah (that would be me, squinting and beaming in the pink) and Hannah (smiling radiantly on the left). Round my house tonight.🥂
I baked a sourdough and we dunked it in dips, stuffed olives in our gobs and sipped white wine…all whilst CHATTING like old friends. it was lovely.
Here’s the thing:
* We are both married to Italian blokes.
* Both blokes are from Turin/Torino, Italy.
* I lived in Turin, many moons ago.
* Hannah now lives in Turin.
I saw her funny comedy sketches on IG last summer and idly dropped her a note to say “Hi! You make me laugh! I am called Hannah too and I used to live in Turin.”
Hannah replied and asked where I now live.
I replied “Oxford”.
She replied “I grew up near Oxford”
I said: “same!”
We switched to DMs.
Turns out we are both from Wantage, Oxfordshire.
We are both called Hannah.
We are the same frickin age.
We are both very connected to Turin.
We both have two kids: a lad and a lass.
Tonight, my friends, over our in-person catch up, I asked where in Wantage she grew up.
Turns out she lived on the VERY NEXT STREET to mine 😮 honestly, I could lob a small pebble from my childhood home doorstep and it would neatly land on hers. Yet, we NEVER met on home turf. It’s maddening and rather bizarre! 🤯
So a recap: Two girls, practically neighbours, meet decades later on instagram. I guess the algorithm spookily knew 😳 Honestly, my mind is blown and I am sad we didn’t connect as teens (we would have had fun!) So much in common!! Two women, two countries, two paths trodden - at times the same path - rather a lot of synchronicity ✨
It’s simple. Talk to your neighbours, people! Glad we found one another now though 😉 (I guess this is your internet good news story of the day).
Next time the two Hannahs should meet in Turin! Will update when we do! 🇮🇹