Slowing Coming Back
I’m back from my 3-week stay in Italy. Well, I’m not entirely back, because at lunch today I forgot for a minute that I don’t drink the kind of coffee that comes after a meal, in a mug, with desert, and is constantly being “warmed up.” I had to change my order, because I’d automatically said yes to the coffee….then remembered that it’s the I’m-in-Italy Jan that drinks coffee after a meal. Espresso, hot, with a full packet of sugar. It’s the I’m-in-America Jan that doesn’t touch the stuff. Unless it comes iced, in a tall glass, with LOTS of milk.
Little by little, the I’m-in-Italy Jan is fading away and the I’m-in-America Jan is taking shape. That’s a good thing, because after all, I am in America. But I can’t help feeling that it’s a bit of a loss.
This is the pain that comes from trying to hold on. It’s not necessary, I know. But it’s an old habit, with lots of momentum, so it’s hard to break.
But little by little….
(photo from my table at one of the cafes I recently frequented)