On take-off from Rome I thought about my trip and that it had come to an end. I thought about getting home and seeing my parents, about being able to drive my car and sleep in my own bed. I also thought about walking around the perimeter of Trevi Fountain. Sitting at the foot of the Spanish Steps. At the end of each of my trips I find myself nostalgic already. I want to build a place where I can walk from Trevi Fountain to Portobello Market. From Old Towne Square and the Astrological clock to the medieval section of the Louvre where all was quiet and open and old. And, at the end of the day, I could walk to the market, buy ingredients for the evening's meal and on to home. Just a fantasy.
I have been home for only 4 days but it feels much longer. This is part of the nature of training season in my job. I arrived back in Philly on the same day I'd touched down again on US soil. I spent part of the afternoon with my parents and then hit the road to Philly. The next morning training kicked off and it's been going full tilt ever since. In the moments when I can I try to keep my head up and my feet down. I try to remember how long until we start classes again; what I need to do in order to be ready.
Soon my entries will turn to the ideas consuming my thesis, my days in the studio and the ups and downs of my work week. But this morning I sat and re-read some of the entries from my trip and remembered sitting in restaurants. Walking down narrow streets, eating gelato, searching for mementos, loving the very shapes, sounds and colors of being there.
I feel it in my bones. This will be a very exciting year.
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