There would be no return if there were no leave, vacation, going away.
I went back in time, to my hometown, a joyful small town in Liguria, some sort of primeval soup.
I have been away for ten days: a different reality, a different culture.
I am back.
I will tell you everything. Well, that’s not true. There’s not much to say about the joyful small town.
I will tell you everything about Bangkok and Ko Samui and how you could spend ten wonderful days the way I did.
But before doing that, I would like to focus on what I have found coming back.
My home in Turin: a little dusty maybe but the only one I feel like calling home, with my things, my habits, my obsessions.
Coming home and finding Vogue which implies one of my many SMS (Strange Manias as a Single).
My kind of breakfast which I missed so much: chocolate milk or violet tea with biscuits and roses or violet jams..
Talking to my closet while I unpack and sort out my new purchases as well as my vintage clothes (I am not crazy. Well maybe a little. I just love to look at my closet and tidy and take care of my clothes and shoes)
Walking barefoot on the wood floor recalling all the years spent dancing for the mere pleasure of doing it. It may sound trivial. Yet, not less than others but extremely important for me growing up in a home with cold marble floors where the rule was and still is today to always wear your slippers!
Watch CSI while preparing dinner and drinking a glass of wine.
A warm welcome with some penne, zucchini and zucchini flowers or whatever I fancy cooking.
Look at the pictures and think I wish I was still there and yet it is nice to be back since if you don’t you'll never want to leave again. (I know it sounds kind of twisted)
I've always wanted an active life and for one day to never be like the other. This is still what I want yet I also like the idea that I have my habits, good or bad, and my routines.
Last but not least there are friends, there’s HIM and many other beautiful things. Yet those SMS will always bring up the same feelings: my home, myself.