Wow, what a ride it’s been!
Two years in one of the most beautiful places I’ve ever been to. And tomorrow this phase in our lives is coming to an end.
It’s been awesome, awful, interesting, annoying, mind-blowing, mind-numbing, fun, monotonous – but mostly it’s been an adventure. It is over too quickly and not quickly enough. It’s home by now, yet will never be my home.
Do I make any sense?
Well, there’s Italy for you. A country of many contradictions, shock-full of impressions, so many good qualities and a host of really bad ones.
While I can’t return home to Sweden fast enough, I know that I am going to miss this place so much. I’m going to miss the smells in the spring, the overwhelming scent of flowers in bloom. I’m going to miss the helping hand everyone is willing to give you when you have children with you. I’m going to miss my running route (pot holes and all). I’m going to miss going out in just a sweater in December. I’m going to miss the beaches. God, I’m going to miss the beaches.
I’m not going to miss the traffic chaos, the noise, the drafty apartment, the paper-thin walls, or stores that close for siesta.
I know that we’re going to come back frequently for vacations, but I can’t help but already feel a little nostalgic. Sentimentality isn’t reserved just for Italians!
So, Arrivederci Italia. Grazie per tutto.
PS. I still have a ton of photos from recent weeks I’d like to share, from a trip to Bari among other things, so this won’t be the end of my blog. Not yet anyway. I’m considering starting a new blog. A new life, a new blog – seems fitting.
But for now: ciao!