Here or There?

Coming back home here in the UK after some time spent in my Italian “home” always throws me into a turmoil. It makes me wonder why I bother to come back here when I feel so happy there. But there is not my real home anymore as I live here. But my heart is not here, is it? My heart is where the people I love are. But the people I love are both here and there. So where is actually home? Here and there, everywhere. Or maybe nowhere? It's not a philosophical question, it’s just the way I feel: torn. Since I left Italy to live abroad. Half of my life away from home. Half of my life at home. It will get better. It always does. Eventually.

End of year

Hi, I’m back in the UK. Hope you had a lovely Christmas and ready to "slide" into the New Year. We spent a few days in Italy with my parents, friends and family. It was nice but short and terribly cold. Freezing cold! We had to come back earlier as duty called. VAT, and of year account etc. cannot be completed if we are in Italy enjoying ourselves. The problem is that it's getting more and more difficult for me to leave Italy and above all my parents. They are not getting any younger (who is after all???) and I always leave them with a heavy heart. But we are back here now and all we have got left are a few photos to remember ....

The snow...

My "bestest" friends ...

The town music band in their festive attire...

The Town Hall "wrapped up" ...

A festive shop window ...

Some of my crazy family ...