Just a couple more days to go…

Last week I was taking a walk with some friends in Florence, and wondering if I was doing the right thing by going to Buenos Aires for a month. I thought outloud, “I hope I’m on the right path…” and as soon as I said it, I looked up and realized we were walking past an Argentine restaurant. I looked to my right, across the street, and saw an advertisement for a Tango show. Minutes later we were in a cocktail lounge and Tango music was playing for whatever reason. Okay Universe, got it. Thanks for the reminder.

I’ve been in Seattle for a couple of days now and I leave this Wednesday for Buenos Aires. I’m really missing Italy a lot already. It’s my home, my life. But my instincts are telling me that I’m going to be okay. I will always be a part of Italy, and Italy will always be a part of me.

My thinking is that I’m going to live part-time in Seattle, part-time in Italy, and thanks to mi amor being from BsAs, part-time there too. I’m getting the best of three worlds. And a great guy. How many people are fortunate enough to recognize blessings like that when they see them?