I sometimes feel as if I have everything I need and want here in Italy: family, culture, good food, peace and calm, and someone I love. But sometimes I'm reminded of the fact that I have two homes and that I've left a lot of things behind in the US. I'm somewhere in between worlds now, still stuck with one foot in my romanticized childhood and the other one in the future I want to create for myself.
I looked through some photo albums yesterday and came across pictures of me and Avy. I had almost forgotten about it but she was here years ago when we were still kids. I don't know what hurt me most, the thought of lost times or my missing her. Maybe a little of both.