Suspended

My ''life'' was suspended most beautifully, ''surreally'' (in retrospect and in comparison to now, it was beautiful despite the cold and longing for Yannick) for a month in Italy, and now it's December and near Christmas. I am back and in full swing at work, but I still have not felt the ''panic'' of realising it’s year-end... something I used to feel.

I came back to various shocking news - about my dad, my personal relationship, the company I work in….

And so I '' suspended '' living, my life, my nostalgia, one more time, and went numb….

But I am slowly feeling "Italy-sick'' - I bought pandoro ...and yet another box of Baci... and cooked pici and pasta... even though whenever I went out with friends, I stressed, ''no pasta and western food’’!

I had spent so much time writing about Franca my landlady, because ''kindness'' is little simple inexpensive acts. Friendship does not cost a lot: sitting together - she knitting and me at the laptop and both glancing at the TV from time to time ... but it brought us warmth and lots of appreciation from me, a foreigner.

Because of all this, I have created this blog.