Yesterday I walked into my apartment here in Rome and found everything as it was when I left at 7:45 AM on Sunday, June 7, thinking I would be back in three hours to run over to the grocery store to pick up my vegetables for lunch. It was spooky. it reminded me that we do not know what life has in store for us – an accident, a phone call from a physician or a family member – what we take as routine can end in literally the blink of an eye. Forever. I have had a crash course in reality. Hyperreality. Haven’t we all taken that course by this time in life.
Sept. 17: Life V2.0 begins
This morning waking up as I always have in the dark to work by the light of my lava lamp, it was surreal. I did go through that blink of the eye life changing event, and yet 102 days later, here I am, a little beat up, scarred slightly, sore a lot, but doing it again. I was saved, I have no idea why or how, and reinserted in a life I loved and lost and now can love again. Not in the same way – it is the same in the settings, in the homework and obligations, in the bus and metro and pool and Elite grocery store (one of those ok but not great urban chains of small overpriced grocery stores New Yorkers know well) – it can not be the same, and I don’t want it to be the same because I don’t want to be that naïve.
OK, back to work and then the pool, then italian class and the university and Mario’s. I will spend a fortune on cabs today – I am too sore from the trip to deal with any walking other than into the metro station or whatever. But sore is not a bad thing – I am like in training for an ironman and yesterday was a hard day. I will take a few easy ones.