Waiting on the Leaves
Things are crazy here. Crazy. I can not begin to explain the differences between the USA and Italy. Many of the differences are very "trying", hard for me to accept and grow accustumed to without frustration and sometimes rage. Simple everyday tasks don't seem so simple here. Everyday Nick "not so eagerly"waits for my next "meltdown".
Other than my daily meltdowns things aren't so bad. I'm trying to stop feeling sorry for myself. No one becomes stronger or grows without bumps in the road to learn new things.
Right now I am just waiting. Waiting for our stuff, waiting for our car to be fixed, waiting to feel like this is home, waiting for the leaves to change.
I look forward to seeing the mountains painted red and gold.
Other than my daily meltdowns things aren't so bad. I'm trying to stop feeling sorry for myself. No one becomes stronger or grows without bumps in the road to learn new things.
Right now I am just waiting. Waiting for our stuff, waiting for our car to be fixed, waiting to feel like this is home, waiting for the leaves to change.
I look forward to seeing the mountains painted red and gold.
