Here we go again. I clung to every moment, every night out, every hour spent in the study, all those miles by bicycle and tram, at every breakfast near the window, but once again time to change chased me to force me to buy the odious return ticket. I must say that the decision to return was not too painful, since the conditions for other months were not there to stay, despite a proposal by the firm. Explain in detail the reason why I did not want to continue this period, however great, would be unnecessary and overly Pallos, so I avoid it. Just know that on the evening of February 4 sleep at my house in Florence.
Among other things, this return is having a curious prelude if nothing else, since the guy who rented me the house is back and we are separated fairly flat for the last three weeks. Not that it is annoying, indeed, since he is a great person and the house large enough not to interfere too much, but still represents good or bad the end of a period, and as always carries the debt Kit of nostalgia, sadness, but also the feeling of having to make the most of the time left, and the energy it brings.
Knowing that beyond this lies a new beginning back in Italy to be full of changes and decisions to make, I try to resist the temptation to think of what I will do when we got home, but the will power often gives way to instinct, and so I find myself dreaming of big projects and to start a business of design, strong experience that I matured in recent months. We say that positive person I try to think that when you close the doors will be addressed, and the feedback is often open up others.
For now though, I'm going to enjoy the festivities planned for my departure, the holiday week that I have reserved after the end of the contract, and the company of friends who I met recently.
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