Yesterday was supposed to have been the one-year anniversary of our arrival in Italy. Then Hurricane Irene intervened and pushed it to September 5th. So next week will be one year in Torino.
I have a feeling we’re going to be here a bit more than two years.
Last month, I finally got to spend some time back in our old hometown, New York. Though for once, I was by myself. I caught up with a few friends (like Julia and Monica, yea! And Barbara–see below), went window shopping, and spent a lot of time in the Metropolitan Museum.
Scenes from the West Village. But wait, there’s Grom!
We stayed with my friend Barbara in the West Village. Her family all get haloes for hosting us for so long! But I do think it was easier to revisit the city for the first time while staying in someone else’s neighborhood. For one thing, I enjoyed watching the progress close up on the new Freedom Tower, or World Trade Center One, or whatever it’s called these days. But for another, it was less emotional. One day I had to go deliver something to our tenants in the old building, and as I put the key in the front door and opened the mailbox in the lobby, it felt as if I’d never left. I got out of there before I could get caught looking all verklempt in the lobby.
It was a feeling I had repeatedly during our six-week trip to the US. Wherever I was, was home. My parents’ house in Athens, my inlaws’ house near Atlanta, our old neighborhood on the Upper West Side, the subway, the Metropolitan Museum, even Newton Farm (though that was because it reminded me of somewhere else). And now Torino. We’re back. We live here. We’re home.