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a different person. (part 2)

last week i wrote these words:

yes, i am reawakening parts of myself formerly dormant or untouched.
but i’ve also had to temporarily shut down a few parts i still need,
out of necessity during this complete upheaval.
the rest of the year will be dedicated to reviving those areas.

a different person. (part 1)

how does one even begin to process a realized dream?
a dream many years in the making?
a dream many revisions later?

the consummation of my grand scheme all coming together.
played out in an enchanting 100-year-old villa, in a northern italian village,
against a backdrop of majestic mountains and a magnolia tree.

oh my goodness, what goodness!

what can i even say?

although i didn’t find the time to jot down all of the daily details,
last month was overflowing with a mixture of wonder, light, and love.

oh my goodness, what goodness!

i wrote these still-true words last year, on june 1, 2016:

life is always surprising us, with that unusual mixture of heartache and joy.

roma in a day.

early (very early) morning train.
transferring to the metro.
losing our way (more than once).
the sistine chapel.
st. peter’s square.
walking, walking, walking (seven miles).
the so-called “hop on, hop off” bus.
a hot hot hot day.
the roman colosseum.

such splendor

THE ARRIVAL (during)
 
 
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woo hoo!

reunited. finally.

me, kellee, carol - arrivals in italy
me, kellee, carol in italy

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i look up at the moon

moon and pink clouds

when i’m feeling weary,
clear through to my core.
when my mind can’t think another thought,
when my body screams no more.

so many roads traveled,
yet still so far to go.
under the moon’s illuminating,
gently-guiding glow.

i look up at the moon,
and the moon looks back at me.

the idea

hey! i have an idea!

why don’t we leave our family and friends (including our 2 sons) and move to a foreign country, where we will be totally overwhelmed by a new culture and a new language?

and let’s take it one step further and go through the slow, complicated immigration process to stay legal and become residents (and eventually citizens).

5 things i know about pursuing a dream

5 things i know about pursuing a dream:

  1.  it takes a long long time.
  2.  it’s a lot of very hard work.
  3. there are many many setbacks.
  4. sometimes it seems certain it will never come to pass.
  5. knowing (finally) that it is actually about to happen makes #1-4 totally worthwhile.

the end goal

i try to stay as positive and upbeat as i can. i really do. and i’m usually successful. but the last two-and-a-half weeks have been a bit more than i’ve felt able to handle. they have tried my soul.

  • worrying about two family members, realizing our helplessness from afar
  • spending hours, once again, inside the complicated mix of immigration requirements
  • missing cues and clues, leading to a misunderstanding with a friend
  • shopping for cars, when we had no time to spare from renovation work
  • buying a car, with very different procedures for insurance and registration
  • sifting through still more piles of moldy dirty trash, even more disgusting when it’s someone else’s stuff
  • continuing to spread dust throughout the house, all over our floors and furniture and cats and clothes
  • voicing irritability and tension in unproductive ways
  • breaking a beautiful beloved vase (a wedding gift from a dear friend/cousin that has traveled everywhere with us for almost 29 years – including all the way to italy), trying to glue it back together, being forced to say a final goodbye
  • dealing with several odd health ailments
  • experiencing two small-in-the-grand-scheme-of-things-but-still-disappointing developments
  • encountering a disturbingly rude individual (not of italian descent)
  • feeling TIRED TIRED TIRED, every single day, to the point that i cannot form a coherent sentence

 
my favorite flowers in my favorite vase
 
 
however, despite my very long list of complaints (and in a nod to last week’s “mindful” post), eric and i both continue to notice something positive.