All of the excitement and anticipation of moving to a new country nearly overwhelmed me. It felt as if I were in some sort of super-busy fairy tale, an unreal whirlwind of things to do, to buy, to arrange, to cancel. Letters to send, packages to mail, emails everywhere, phone ringing off the hook, dinging, beeping, purring (those would be tribble purrs).
Then the final week came. Most of the stuff was done. The phone was relatively silent, the house echoing with emptiness – just me and Honey. And so it was that I began arranging my goodbyes. And that’s when it really hit me. I was leaving Italy – for real this time. And with all its downs, there were also a few ups. Most especially the friendships I had cultivated over the years and nurtured into something solid and lifelong. I was saying goodbye to people I had called in panicky moments, people whose shoulders I had cried on (lots), with whom I had spent hours talking decorating, photography, nerd and impending motherhood. Compagni di avventura.
These people have walked by me, side by side, for all these years. Some coming into the picture before others, but there nonetheless. And now it was time to be apart.
Things are different now compared to when I first came to Europe: iMessage, WhatsApp, Skype have been free communicative blessings, replacing the public phone, cards, the umbrellas, the rain and the dark nights. Conversations can now be held daily instead of monthly. pictures shared instantly.
But I still can’t pick up the phone and say, “Hey, I’m stressed. let’s get an appy.” And that breaks my heart.
So, goodbye Italia and goodbye my dear, sweet friends. You are the things I will miss most about my wild, crazy adventure.