The time has gone by in a blink of an eye. Seems like just yesterday we were making plans and sorting treasures from home into boxes- great thought being put into what we would take with us to Italy and what we would leave in Idaho.
All of it piled up in the living room wall by the fireplace and soon we were walking around the room like we were in a maze. My favorite novels + cookbooks came with me, much to our movers dismay. I packed crazy things like our favorite toothpaste, deodorant, peanut butter and contact cleaner.
We were filled with Big dreams. Big goodbyes. Big tears and laughter.
And now it’s time to start the process in reverse. Repatriation they call it. I’ve been in denial for months- it seemed sooo far away and now July is staring at me right between the eyes.
A few months ago I would weep at the mere mention of leaving Italy. The last few weeks the pace has picked up tremendously with details of the move spinning into place and something has shifted in my brain. It’s time to go.
Since there’s no changing it- I’m facing it, head on. Emotional? Definitely! But bound and determined to fully embrace and love these last weeks, and try to “repatriate” as gracefully as possible. (I’ll let you know how that goes…)
They say the going back is the hardest part. Reverse culture shock. I can’t quite imagine it, other than the small taste I had when we went home last summer. When everything felt exciting and familiar and lovely and yet not. It wasn’t quite the same, wasn’t quite home, we weren’t quite ourselves anymore.
We have big plans for the next month- finishing up the school year, more travel, and cooking and eating and exploring and soaking up this Italy that we have a love affair with.
Honestly I don’t know how to get through this time with my sanity intact- how do people do this? I am taking it day by day at the moment. Heaven help me! I might need a padded room by the time we fly back to Idaho… 😉
Italy always leaves me wanting more.
To be continued…