Day (or night) one.

Flying to Florence. It’s always hard to leave home. It’s even harder leaving two homes and say goodbye to two families. However, life is a series of tradeoffs.  A short separation from Mom, Dad, little brother and Boston College  will allow me to embark on a new adventure, where I would have the opportunity to cultivate a new community and create a third home. For those of you who know me well, it would come at no alarm that I did not squeeze in a drop sleep on my redeye flight. Nor would it come at surprise that I was a bit too overenthusiastic about the two consecutive meals within a five hour window. Croissants, cabernet, chocolate easy to manage. Grazie. J