Day 10--Di nuovo a casa

And home again... As I stepped out of the car last night, I noticed the good old Minnesota humidity--and then the green, the green that had burst from the rains while I was gone. My greeting party of Pete and Gracie welcomed me, and I fell into bed, sort of amazed I was back in familiar territory. The last time I'd lain down, it had been in Anne's sunny apartment in Aventino.

I think we luxuriate in familiar surroundings, especially when they're surroundings filled with love and acceptance.  I loved sliding into my Garnet Hill sateen sheets and feeling the comfy mattress.  I loved that my clothes were in my drawers and not my suitcase, I loved that I knew I had the luxury the next day of transitioning back after a rich life adventure.

And that's what I'm doing today--transitioning.  My compression socks did their duty and my ankles are pretty much back to normal.  Despite the miles of walking, the gelato and wino must've taken their toll, since I might've dropped only a pound or two, but at least I didn't gain.

So today I'll be doing the wash, cuddling with my sweethearts (that includes Mojo and Gracie), and strolling the garden to see what joys await me.  I can see the bleeding heart is blooming in its glory and the peonies are nearly ready to pop.  And I can feel that my life is richer, my intellect is keener, and my emotions sharper, all due to one sister who moved to Rome and opened the door...Grazie, Anne!