In my effort of struggling with one of life’s decisions, I found myself ambling along my hood of Santa Croce. The sky was blue, the day was bright, the sunglasses were worn. Eating some Riso y Frutti de Bosco gelato while walking through what promises to be a beautiful day, made everything irrelevant except for that moment. With a Coca-Cola Light in my pocket, I had everything I needed.
The street peddlers are out in full-force and Florence has begun to shut streets down due to high pedestrian traffic. It’s nice to be able to move wherever your feet want to take you under the sun. This really is a wonderful place to be and so free of burdens and the weight of the world. It is almost like vacation.
That’s why my decision was finally made, gelato cup in hand. I’m coming home in August. Stasis, even brilliant beautiful stasis, has to come to an end at some point. I’ve reached that point. So, I’ve turned down an opportunity to extend my time here. But to me, it is more of a moving forward. Va bene!
(Thanks to the few of you that helped. I really did listen, weigh, and hear what you offered me. In the end, I am doing what I know I must.)