There are 56 more days in this project, and I know they’ll go quickly – there’s a lot going on in the next month and a half and it’s going to be a wild, unexpected ride as usual. Contracts are ending, new interviews are being scheduled, new routines and the end of old ones. In the middle of it, we’re trying to scrounge enough money together to make another quick getaway and make the world stop spinning for a second in mid-November, but nothing can be planned until the end of the month.
I had a wild fantasy that by this point in the year, we’d be a bit more stable, a bit more settled, but honestly, nothing has been “normal” since I stepped off the plane in Rome in 2012, and so I’m silly for thinking it’d level out now. It makes us terrible at making plans, but wonderful at living life flying by the seat of our pants (is that the saying?) and dealing with whatever’s thrown at us (is that another baseball reference – the US has a ton and I only realized when people here didn’t understand them).
But we are making progress, slowly but surely, and making decisions that move us forward. Our US immigration is next to impossible right now. I have another delay in my citizenship here but it’s getting resolved (more on that later). We’re starting to maybe look at houses here (God help me), and who knows where our holidays will be. Right now, I don’t even know what’s going to happen next week. But I know it’ll be filled with frothy cappuccinos, leather jackets, a few plates of pasta and whatever-is-good from the local food festivals that’ll call our name in the next days off we have. In the middle of all the craziness, there’s still the constant of everyday life here and the people that live it. I’m still in love with this country and fall more in love with my life here every day. That is something that’s only gotten better – and now I have a few stories saved on here to remember that.