39 days after my last post it seems like quite a lot has changed. Firstly, I am now officially a 21 year-old, which means I can finally go back to the US -I was never too keen on the idea that if you’re younger than 21 all you get is candy canes and unicorns-. Growing up and becoming an old grumpy woman aside, I took advantage of my lengthy stay in sunny Sicily to spend some time with my family at my countryside property where we’ve made pizza and Italian focaccia, rediscover my favourite restaurant -how could it be any different with a view like this- and getting pampered with mama Falanga at one of the local Spas.
No, my Sicilian summer wasn’t just fancy dinners and walking around a Spa in a bathrobe: I also spent a considerable amount of time arranging my departure to the Alsatian city of Strasbourg and dealing with people back in the UK that just can’t do their job.
Back to present, I am now under 20 days away from my departure and settling down with the love of my life in France, and I’ve just booked a lovely mini-appartment in the historic centre where we will stay until we sign a contract for a house; all that is left to do is sort out the stuff I will be bringing. As I am only allowed one suitcase of 23kg, I will have to bring only a handful of clothes -which will probably be the hardest struggle- and severely cut down on my German tanks collection.
At the end of the day though, I miss that tool that answers to Jack far too much to care: whichever clothes I’ll bring, he’ll take them off in 2 minutes.
