So. I leave for LA in three days. The last few weeks in Florence have been a blur - basking in the Christmas fervor, gazing awestruck at the incredible lights hung all over the city, taking pictures so I can take the city back with me, drinking wine with friends - sometimes and sometimes not on the steps of the Duomo, finally seeing and falling in love with David, learning the art of cooking from an Italian chef (I know how to make meatballs the right way!), and trying so eagerly to figure myself out - "I don't want to go, but I'm ready to go, but I can't leave Florence, but I'm done with taking the bus, but nothing even compares to the Duomo, but I can at last kiss that foam mattress goodbye." This sort of flipping-flopping way of thinking is expected, I suppose. In my attempt to communicate my feelings, I've decided to look to my good friend, Sir Elton John. I've taken his words and made them my own.
The city’s got a thing about it, never fading with the sunset when the rain sets in. When we start we say forever, but the end has come before I knew it. So the world slows down to let me off. Ask me what it is that makes
I packed my bag last night pre-flight. In all honesty, I’m speechless and don’t know where to start. I’ve got to wait till morning. I’ve only got one book to see me through my flight. When my plane descends, I will count the headlights on the highway, and thank the Lord there’s people out there like you – a home and a family that makes sense for me, a solid foundation built out of trust.
Anyway, the thing is, what I really mean – this is where I am. It’s enough for this wide-eyed wanderer that I got this far. Oh, and the bitch is back.
Thank you so much for your love and support and prayers and kind words. I'm sad to be leaving, but I am lucky that I get to go home to you.
Buon Natale e a Giovedi,
Genevieve Lorraine
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