A Melancholy Moment

Guess Where?

I realize I may have misled you. It seems once I finally I had the energy to do a new post I was caught up in remembering our life in Italy and I became a touch melancholy. But I assure you, you can tuck your worries away. I am not really one for pining or getting stuck in a rut (at least not for long!). Rather I have sort of shut out Italy in some respects, throwing myself into living in Washington D.C. You could say I’m feeling a bit guilty that Italy has become second fiddle, no longer the center of my world. I suppose that’s what brought the melancholy on, the knowledge that I had moved on, sort of like remembering an ex-boyfriend and all the good times. But the truth is, a new love has taken over and where my energy was once spent on knowing Italy, I’m now engaged in getting to know our new home. I love, love, love our “little” house, located in a very cool part of Georgetown. We live only blocks away from parks, playgrounds and trails. The Cocoran Collage of Art + Design is at the end of my street, not to mention Georgetown University on the other end. Our neighborhood is historic, it has energy, it has art and culture, and so many fantastic ethnic restaurants (Italy I love your food, but Thai anyone?) that it would be hard not to fall in love. So that’s where I’m at: missing Italy but loving my new life here.

* None of those pictures were taken in Italy. They are all from Georgetown!