Already a new year. Days flying by. The dead of winter. Sickness. You officially with someone else. Her. I push past the lyrics of songs to forget. Life slows down — yet it’s so busy. I think of my early 20s & its madness. Now I just look forward to finals week to have more time.
Sickness & winter continue. Worst January ever. Literally have done nothing but work & be home all month. Hopefully February will be better. Lots to look forward to at least. Noah gets sweeter every day. All that I want…
I really don’t write in here much — sleeping with Noah. He’s almost 20 months — & I love him more and more each day and it’s harder to be apart from him. He’s down in Indiana today — & I miss him — terribly. Twice now in the past month, I’ve had a weekend here without him, and both times I felt sad & bored & unsure of what I feel like I’m missing — going out drinking — & how it’s not so appealing any more.
Note: The “you” in this post is Noah.
This week, you finally said the words I’ve been waiting to hear: “I love you.”
Those three words — words I’ve heard before from men who I’ve dated, including your father — are often words a woman wants to hear. But this time was so different, so sweet, so much better.
Vinci, Italy —
We are here. What an absolutely amazing place! I’m so lucky to experience this trip with these four talented people. Tuscany is vineyards as far as the eyes can see — just stunning really and it’s cool because we have a driver and translator wherever we go. And the food & wine are incredible. Four days of this left — it’s so short, really. Today was hard because of all the traveling. I hope tomorrow I will feel better, although I went to bed too late already working on photos & blog posts & a poem.
Vinci, Italy —
Can’t sleep. Not enough time to write and work here with the days full of activities — eating & drinking. I’m thinking of taking the day off tomorrow to work and sleep. Things are not working for me & I’m not sure what I will produce for DaVinci — poems, blog posts, a long narrative, a journalistic piece. I know what I could do — but I don’t have the time for that — to shadow one of the growers or winemakers to tell his story. I’m not sure what I will do.