About a year ago my dear friend Emily told me that she and GC decided to move to Italy. I have to admit I was a little sad, but I was happy for her. I was sad because my dear friend was moving even further away from me; I mean she already lived in NYC. So they set out on their year long journey of planning out the move across the pond.
Now a year later it’s only weeks away from their departure. Still figuring out what to take, what to donate, and what to put in storage the two are as ready as they’ll be to set forth on their big adventure. A month after GC and Emily jet-set across the pond I’m only about a month away. Of course once she told me they were moving to Italy, it was a known fact I wouldn’t be too far behind. I hope GC knows what he’s getting into, with Emily and I together. (I am the line)
I’ve booked my ticket, found someone to sublet my room for the summer and I’m still a little nervous about leaving for so long. As I sit here in my space I dream about drinking cappuccinos, people watching, art, Italian food, traveling across the country, and everything else that goes with the European lifestyle. Although it’s only for a little less than 3 months, I know I’ll fall right into place. Italy here I come.