I didn’t disappear. I’ve been in the moment, traveling home, and now back in the routine. I’m feeling present to both places, Florence and home, which means I can close my eyes and feel myself wandering the streets, slipping into a church or museum, or savoring a cappuccino.
Although I have more social activity than in Florence, I have enough solitude. That’s a way of saying I’m not overwhelmed. There are people to visit, but the sanctuary of a quiet home awaits me. I’m relieved to notice that I haven’t been pulled back into flipping the news channels, and that my reading routine is back on pace. I can read while keeping an eye of the Red Sox.
Although I have more social activity than in Florence, I have enough solitude. That’s a way of saying I’m not overwhelmed. There are people to visit, but the sanctuary of a quiet home awaits me. I’m relieved to notice that I haven’t been pulled back into flipping the news channels, and that my reading routine is back on pace. I can read while keeping an eye of the Red Sox.
