Summer was a whirlwind hopping from one location to another. After crisscrossing the Atlantic Ocean visiting two different countries and four states, I was ready to stop living out of a suitcase. My fourth weekend back in Brindisi, Italy, I find myself pining for those summer days.
That’s how it works right? We go constantly and then when we are back in our work routine, those summer days spent with family and friends are the ones we reminisce on. Perhaps my situation is more peculiar than others, with the ones I care for thousands of miles away, with a significant time gap until I see them again.
Yet, in this crazy world we live in, having any time is better than none. For that I’m truly thankful. As I hunker down for this new school year, just like all of you that have shifted back to the non summer routines; have faith the holidays are fast approaching. Before we know it, a new year will come, spring, and then back to the summer. For those keeping count, I have nine months and seven days to go….