I suppose I might move back to that distant moon one day, but in the seven years since I moved away, I haven't felt its gravitational pull yet. I’m having too much fun O-US!
The hardest part for me, and this saddens me, is how few of my friends stay in touch. Out of sight, out of mind, I guess.
Creeping up on a year in Palermo. It ain’t Verona and my wine cellar is floating somewhere in the dream palace, but we aren’t “back there” and university is going well! Congrats on everything, Jason!
I understand. I'm six years O-US now. My country feels like a distant moon. But I am happy to be where I am... in Italy!
Six! Bravo brother Brant. "Distant moon" is a good way to put it. Close enough, for me anyway, that I still feel its tidal influence sometimes.
I suppose I might move back to that distant moon one day, but in the seven years since I moved away, I haven't felt its gravitational pull yet. I’m having too much fun O-US!
The hardest part for me, and this saddens me, is how few of my friends stay in touch. Out of sight, out of mind, I guess.
Creeping up on a year in Palermo. It ain’t Verona and my wine cellar is floating somewhere in the dream palace, but we aren’t “back there” and university is going well! Congrats on everything, Jason!
Well done! Proud of you and Chris for leaping into the unknown with such guts and gusto. Let's set some intentions for a rendezvous.