It’s nearly 8pm, and I am completely packed and ready for my noon flight to Alabama tomorrow. This is a tiny miracle.
Tomorrow I will say goodbye to my house and my cats and my sweet little Italian town for almost 3 months to embark one of the biggest adventures of my life. I’m getting married, if you hadn’t heard
Not only getting married, I’m also going on a fun road trip honeymoon. Then my new husband will fly back to Italy and I’ll stay in the US another month to handle Italian residency paperwork. Such is the life of an international family.
It’s strange how bittersweet it feels, knowing that I will have so much precious time with my family, but also realizing that I’ll be gone for so long from the place I now call home. I won’t be spending my evenings sitting in my bright yellow living room watching the sun set across the lake. I won’t be able to give my kitties quick early morning cuddles as I leave for work. I won’t spend late nights drinking wine and having inappropriate conversations with my expat friends. And the hardest of all, November is going to be long and cold without Tommaso. He’ll be my husband for less than a month when we say goodbye until December.
But I will see my baby sister turn 15. And I will go shopping and get pedicures with my mom. I will spend time with my grandmother in her kitchen, learning her secrets. I will force my dad to watch “Father of the Bride” and we will both cry. I will be making memories, and those memories will get me through the long months in Italy next year when I have to be satisfied with Facebook updates and rare Skype sessions with my family.
It’s a strange thing, having a heart so completely divided between two places. It isn’t easy, but it has taught me to really cherish every moment in each of my homes. So, with that in mind, I’m looking forward to the months ahead.