Living here, moving away from here, moving back here....

Moved down to Charlotte. To see what life without winter is like. It's warm.

Moved over to Milan. To see what life with my ancestors would have been like. By ancestors I mean grandparents, aunts and uncles. First generation Italian. Different from Jersey Shore Italians. That strange evolution of the Ellis Island boat Italians. My parents came over on a plane.

Moved back over again. To London. Heard they're funny over there. And that it rains a lot. Thought having one was worth dealing with the other. It was.

Went to SE Asia. With a friend, a backpack and no plans for 4 months. Because.....well, just because. (I'll jump ahead. You should message me if you understand why.)

Oh and NY in between them all. Because even though I kept leaving, I always kept loving it. Here for good now. Well, for a very long time at least.

Balancing.

Not really on one foot.

Sort of on a surf board.

Decent on a bike.

Really good at it in life. Seriously passionate about driving my career. And seriously passionate about bending my career around my life.

I read too many long ones. Watch too many interesting ones. Listen to too many different ones. Love too many good ones.

Who wants to read a list? More interesting to tell each other. Then watch, listen and eat some of them together. And maybe read together, but not reading the same one at the same time. That crosses the line of needing some space.

Waking up to black coffee (1).

Old friends (2). New ones are nice too. But the ones that know you long enough to know you? Love them.

Good conversations (3). Those ones where you're intrigued (4) at points of it. Laughing (5) through half of it. Interested (6) through all of it.

(I have a different counting method.)