One year ago, I was doing this.
I’ve been thinking a fair bit about how I wish I was doing that again… and now. I miss Italy. But, I’ll go back… and I’ll eat just as much gnocchi, prosciutto, and prosecco … if not more.
Instead of going to Italy this April, I’ve been filling my time with other things… like finding an apartment and moving. Today, I officially got the keys to my new apartment. I keep waiting to hear the catch. The apartment has wood floors, exposed brick, and is a block from the water. Plus, there is a giant window sill for Eleanor to sit on and watch people walk by. People aren’t the same as birds… and I’ll certainly miss this tree outside my bedroom … but I’m really excited.
After I got the keys, I decided to walk all of my hanging clothes from one apartment to another. I could do that because they are 5 minutes apart. It only took me 16 minutes to walk a rolling suitcase filled with sundresses and dry-clean only shirts I never wear across the neighborhood, hang them up, and walk back. That’s pretty close. There isn’t a final move date on the calendar yet – but I’m really excited about the whole thing.
Funny story?
As I was walking back to my “old” apartment, this old man was walking behind me. The conversation went like this:
Him: You just get off a plane or something?
Me: Nope. Not me!
Him: Well why are you hauling that suitcase around behind you then?
Me: Oh! Just laundry day!
Him: Ha. I’ve got maids to do that for me.
Me: That’s nice! Nope, not me!
Him: You go to school around here?
Me: Nope, not me!
Him: Well you look like a yuppie.
Me: Ok.
And for some reason, I still don’t want to leave this neighborhood.