"We all need something to look forward to."
That is my Mom talking. She says it often and she is right. We do, we bumbling, beautiful humans; we do.
And so now, and for the foreseeable future (if such a thing truly exists), I will be counting down the days until I can return to Venice.
For this magical city truly stole my heart.
I would move to La Serenissima if I could, return tonight if possible. And yes, I cried when I left.
How did I even get there?
Any of you who have been reading for even the smallest amount of time can sumrise that I don't have the means and you would be right. But with true friendship, so much becomes possible.
And that includes wishing on this watery star after a year (and counting, for the hard work is still in progress, all uncertain) of pulling hand over wrist to keep my head above the line. Of not looking past this one day, let alone towards a city that spins eternal, whether or not that might be the case in the...foreseeable future.
To feel pure joy.
It feels like breathing beauty to have a dream again.
Oh, how I am hopefully grateful.
Grazie Venezia, grazie mia cara amica.