It’s no secret I’ve been away from my blog for nearly two weeks, nor as to why.
From the morning Chris arrived to meet me in a busy train station in Rome, to his departure early this morning, I found myself spinning through the days and doing my best to just live in the moment. So often with my writing I do so that I won’t forget what I felt day-by-day. And to be honest, that’s just not going to happen in this case.
Every day we toss around all of these big words, like lucky, blessed, happy, perfect. Though their definitions may vary slightly person-to-person, we know what these words mean. But do we know how they feel?
To me, they leave you breathless: the same way you feel on a bridge over the Siene in Paris, catching a first glimpse of the Eiffel Tower. They give you a rush: like the sun on your face and breeze on your cheek as you zip through the streets of Barcelona by Vespa. Warm: like a 1/2 L of Spanish sangria tickling your throat. And all along the way, there’s someone by your side to gasp at the scenery, laugh at the misfortune, and make you feel at home in the most foreign of places.
In the beginning, Chris coming to visit was nothing more than a daydream to make the days pass by easier. Then in the blink of an eye, decisions were made and flights were booked. Then his two weeks abroad came, and went. And as I look back on it all, every last bit of it was better than I could have ever dreamt up.
And any right-minded person would say with all of this happiness, who are you to be sad? And that’s so true. But as I stood on the same train platform exactly two weeks from our happy reunion to say one last goodbye, I was sad. And when it was all said and done there wasn’t a movie-like chase for one last kiss on the subway, or anything even remotely so dramatic. Just me, riding a rush-hour subway home alone. Just goodbye. Come to think of it, if it were a movie, I think they would cast someone for the role who is a prettier crier instead of a walking ball of snot – really unacceptable on all fronts.
Still, I am ever grateful for the time we had together which a month ago was hardly a thought. While the time remaining in Italy still feels long, I hold tight to the promise that our next hellos are closer than our last goodbyes. I had the best two weeks on record, and you can look forward to plenty of upcoming posts detailing the happier experiences of our trip – along with plenty of talk about food.
Come back soon. I’ll be here.
Ciao, for now.