November, November.
I always say my favorite month is October, and then November sets in and I'm hard-pressed to find a more unrivalled beauty.
I was rereading the notebook I kept over the Summer last night, and it's strange, because it all feels so recent- like I've only left just yesterday- but the dates on the entries are from so many months ago.
I've been home for over 2 months now.
And as much as I would have hated to admit it when I first got here, I've started to settle in again.
Starbucks is going very, very well. The people I'm working with there are unique and opposite and funny and I feel a wealth of inspiration to write about because of their quirks.
My boss calls me Lisa Loeb and I've already gained respect for my sharp tongue and quick sarcasm.
I started working again at Mi Famiglia, which has been more than enriching.
Going back there, to those faces that I love, and those people who brighten my life, felt more like coming home than coming home did, in some strange way.
Especially when one of them whom I hold very dear to me smiled when he saw me and said, "Oh, aren't you a sight for sore eyes." and then pulled me in for a great hug.
I'm always going to feel like I belong there- and in the middle of a strange upheaval and overwhelming change of scenery and feeling a strong sense of loss, I have something that is never, ever going to change. Mi Famiglia is family. When I'm there, I need less from the rest of my life, because I feel like what I need is in front of me. The people, the food, the atmosphere. It's what I want out of life.
So I've been working a lot, lately- and I've been taking one day at a time.
Right now, my sister and her kids are in town for a month, and so I've been spending a lot of time with my family- which is good.
I've been thinking about dying my hair blonde- and trading in my hipster glasses for contacts and leather skinny jeans.
I just want to change a little bit.
Attraversiamo.
I'm ready to cross over.
Lovers, I miss you.
I hope all is well.
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