Most of the time when I write these posts, it is about the week past or some major event. That would be fine, but, other than the usual suspects, working on travels for clients, to a varied number of destinations, there really was nothing out of the ordinary. And that is fine, because what is ahead of me is much more important than what has happened in the past. Of course, I continued to work on the technicalities of my future as they relate to my impending ex-pat status, and it is getting very real. Many things are getting very real, and they all revolve around a beautiful lady across the pond.
When last week, we came to the 30-day mark before the wedding, everything became very real, not that it was not already. I knew it and so did she, but it was the first time that Rosa openly talked about a countdown. While I have been counting down for a while in my excitement to be with her, I think since we were last together in October, it hit us both, how real this was becoming. I am sure that anyone and everyone who has done this, getting married that is, which are an infinite number of people over millennia, the thoughts running through my head, and I would imagine, hers have been all over the place. She has her responsibilities to do before the wedding and I have my things. Fortunately, having the business keeps me grounded as much as possible. I am, for the first time, openly nervous, knowing that my life is going to change forever, but for sure, a move in a positive direction and I have no regrets.
And did I tell you, she arrives in America on the 1st of February, so within 10 days from now and from the time she arrives until she returns to Italy, to continue to set up shop on her side of the pond for us, we have lots of moving pieces here. Between now and her arrival, I leave for a week on business to London and Dublin, so back on the road once more. When I fly back from London on the 1st, I arrive a couple of hours before she does, so I get to meet and greet her, something I very much look forward to doing. And it does not get easier with everything we are doing in the month of February while she is here in America, besides the big day, but those events will be shared as we move forward.
If I do look back on the events of my life, and I try not to most of the time now, I have a totally different frame of mind, but that is life. I have weathered so many storms, literally and figuratively, as we all have. I am so happy to still be here and have this experience in my life, something I never would have thought would happen, even a decade ago. It may be true that youth is wasted on the young, as there is perhaps not an appreciation of life, I think, but I could be wrong. I am no sage, so maybe the youngest generations do appreciate life in their own way, given the craziness of the world as it is right now. And I speak to people of all generations, walks of life, backgrounds, in my life and business. I certainly do have a much better appreciation now, looking at all that has happened, and I plan on making the most of it, whether it is complicated or not. I “Don’t Look Back”, thank you BOSTON, and continue to move forward which has been my approach for a while, even before the pandemic.
I hope you have enjoyed my offerings each week and appreciate that you have read my blog posts and look forward to continuing with sharing. As noted last week, while always realistic that life promises nothing and you must work for what you want, I am more optimistic as the next chapter of my life in a few weeks happens. So, if you have a suggestion for a new name for the blog title. I would love to hear your thoughts and ideas for a new name, I am more than happy to entertain them or in the end, it will stay the same; we shall see. As always, thank you so much for your support of our little world as we get closer to merging our worlds together. Rosa and I truly appreciate it. Stay safe, healthy, and most importantly happy, and as always, your shared comments and thoughts are most welcome!!!
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