Well well well ...
We arrived the last day before departure.
- car sold
- garage sale made
- approximately luggage ready
The important things I've done.
Now I'm alone, (for a few hours), in an empty house, sitting on a chair detached torture me, writing my last post.
E 'by a month or so I think of what to write in long hours in the car to go to work. And what beautiful things I thought you knew. Wonderful poems that will never see the light of the pixel because ... I've forgotten. The posts are like dreams 'come out with words and we have no choice but to write quickly because then vanish and do not remember'. Vasco docet.
One year and nine months exactly.
There was a time for everything. The time for the enthusiasm for the new, fear of the unknown, nostalgia, embarrassment for the inadequacy, happiness for success, curiosity, the desire and the desire to return to stay. There was a time to do everything that life ragala. A life within a life like a Chinese box. My box now also contains the American box. Beautiful, full and dense. There was the time. Above all, there was Space. The best gift that my America I did was give me back the idea of \u200b\u200bspace, physical and mental, and spiritual land. Italy stifled here I started to breathe.
INTO MY WILD
'm back in control of my life. Of my time and my space. Close in the mechanisms that I clung for too many years, I found the light here. I went through this with my eyes open and hands ready to receive. I come home different. A new person irrevocably.
With hearts embrace those who will be here tomorrow but I'm not leaving here.
Now I look ahead of me.
And the blog?
The answer has always been clear to me. No doubt.
'Good Morning Texas' is born and dies with this experience. No regrets. If you ever want my 'bloggers' were to return I will certainly let you all know from these pages.
Meanwhile take care and Have The Nicest life you can!
Eli
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