These are dreadful days for me and my husband: we have spent Christmas in Italy, with our relatives, and now we are back in Cambridge to arrange everything to move house. We've had chaotic days in Italy becouse we had to buy Christmas presents, to visit people and, most important, to find a new flat. At the end I was so tired that I also forgot the flat's keys of our house in Cambridge in my home in Florence.... with many consequent troubles that I don't want to tell you here!
So, finally, we are leaving England. And I don't know if we are going to come back here in the future or not.... maybe not.
I am afraid these are my very last days here on the "big island".
There are lots of aspects to be considered in this situation. First of all, I love Cambridge and it's incredible sad for me to move away. I can't explain exactely how I feel now: something nostalgic is fighting to exit from my heart, but I am also fighting against it to remain calm and wait... because I actually don't want to admitt that I must act, I must see what I haven't seen, I must listen and try what I haven't yet tried.
I would like to have the possibility to live both in Italy, for my relatives which I obviously love, and in England, for its beauty and peculiarity.
There are so many places I still have to visit: for example the Lake District (were Beatrix Potter spent a great part of her life). And I am planning a trip there in the next June!
Or maybe I'd like to visit the Northumberland , were somethimes I think I would like to spend my old age, living in the countryside and breeding sheeps.
But it's a fact, anyway, that we are moving. My husband will contniue to spend in England some days every month, for his work. For me, technically no... but I don't know.
In any case now we must start packing the great number of things we have in our flat!!! It will be hard and probably we will have to send some boxes in Italy because it's impossile to arrange the moving by plane only.
There are also some minor problems: my husband took the flu and I don't feel at my top too.
But the real question is: what's happening in Cambridge while I'm writing?
Well, the river Cam is still beautiful, even if it's winter and the nature is not so flourishing as in the pitcure!
I'll miss the spring here because she's quite different from the one in Italy: here spring is longer and with more flowers and this is because Italy is warmer and summer comes fast.
Well, I think I really have to go: there are so many things to arrange that I don't know where to start!
See you later with (I hope) good news from my moving.