a thousand words
Just a post to say that I'm back in Italy and home safely. Already these last two days have been busy and rough--getting back to normal here always takes me some time, and of course there is the jet lag to recover from. Despite the fact that I'm running late this morning (I should really be preparing for my afternoon lessons, and perhaps cooking lunch as well?), I wanted to post a couple of photos from Antonello and my trip back home to the states, plus finally a photo of our niece Miriam!
Soon I'll recover from this trip to the states, but I'd like the nostalgia and memories to last me just a few more days please...
To Italy Without Delay
Tomorrow I'm heading home.
Can time have passed more quickly? Wasn't it the case that I just set down my luggage in my brother's kitchen on a Friday evening to come face to face of my new niece Miriam? Wasn't that just a moment ago?
The truth is, it really was. I've only had about ten days to spend here in my other home, America, and anyone who thinks that they can visit home, come back to it completely in just ten days, is kidding you. Ten days is nothing, and yet, I still feel like I've adjusted to being back here already, in such a short time, and leaving tomorrow will be anything but easy.
Antonello, who was here for a week, is already safely back in Italy. When he left, seeing him off at the airport, I had visions of my same flight, just four days later. I thought, "the time might go by quickly, but four days is four days. I'm going to get to make the most of that."
And really we both made the most of all of our time here. Meeting Miriam was a huge highlight, but we also got to see so much of my family and squeeze in a couple of visits with friends, and we even made time for a few of the things Antonello had wanted to do (the King Tut exhibit
at Chicago's Field Museum
was fascinating, while a night out at our favorite Indy Jazz bar
was nostalgic and fun). Everything has flown by, and yet I've got a couple of suitcases full of memories to tote back home with me.
And today, running through my familiar neighborhood as the sun thought about setting, I looked around me. All of these things have sped by, and I barely have had a chance to reflect. Tomorrow I will be on my way to Chicago again, then on my way to Munich, and then that last flight to Ancona. And I will be in Italy.
Here, in this neighborhood, miles and miles away from anything Italian, I felt so far away from that moment of arriving. I looked at the houses, decked in ribbons and lights, like Christmas gifts ready to be opened. I looked at how everyone was preparing, really, for the next thing. It seemed that Thanksgiving had really passed and that my trip, too, was ending. This was it--the end of autumn, the beginning of a new season. I ran past these houses, my feet still treading on this familiar ground, my body consciously here, yet all the while me knowing, just knowing, that tomorrow would mean an entirely different home. I felt a sudden achey desire to just stop running, to quit right there and not move another inch.
But somehow I didn't. Somehow the steps kept coming. Here I was, already in motion--and I had to keep my feet moving home.
It was great to see everyone! I will miss you dearly and wait for your visits to Italy! Mom and dad--I can't wait to see you in Italy soon! Paul, Carolyn, and Miriam--what a wonderful gift it was to ask Antonello and me to be Godparents! Thank you!