You know how much I hate packing. I love to travel but I don't like the getting there part, and I definitely don't like the packing part. I fret about taking too much, taking too little, the possible weather fluctuations, the dressy-enough factor, the comfort factor - just don't like it!
This time around, I'm still fretting but I'm not minding it so much, because packing means...I'm getting the Dodge out of Hell and heading for home! That's right, next week at this time I'll be tucking myself into my own bed, in my own house in Lucanella. Can't. Wait. Non vedo l'ora!
No offense to you northern Viriginia readers, but this has not been the life for me. We went from traffic jams that were caused by sheep in the road to the Capital Beltway, and the adjustment just wasn't pretty. In fact, the adjustment just didn't happen. Too much culture shock for a small-town girl who wants to live in her village of 600 souls.
Besides, our bureaucrats beckon; our Italian paperwork needs to be renewed. The process is simple enough, just time consuming, so we'll be spending the remainder of the year in Basilicata. Bryan will be coming in a few weeks. I'll go get the house put together and start job hunting (because while it's nice to stay through the end of the year, it would be even better to just...stay!)
The pinon tree will be empty for a week or so while I'm in transition. This little baci bird is flying home to nest in Italy!