Halfway Home
As frustrating as it was to be seeing Jennifer off again, it wasn’t as difficult as I had feared. While we’d only been together for a week, her return trip to Milan meant that mine was only three weeks away. We’d be together soon enough. No matter how difficult it was to contemplate another lengthy separation, as I told Jennifer, it felt like this summer’s upheaval was beginning to draw to a close.
For the last five weeks, Jennifer has spent all but one week traveling. Culminating her journey with a ten-day trip to China, she returned to San Francisco for a brief respite, before heading back to Italy to head up another project. This is, after relocating to San Francisco in mid-June, following nearly three months in Milan. Add in seven months in London prior, and voila. We’ve moved a lot in the past year.
The photo above was taken just before we returned to the US. Shot a couple of blocks away from our home, we were en route to our neighborhood park early on a Sunday morning, before Milan’s legendary summer heat would become too much for our dogs to handle. Think 95 Fahrenheit, with 80% humidity, for four straight months. Even a short walk to the grocery story leaves one drenched.
“It makes Tel Aviv feel like Iceland,” I joked to my father. While I still feel that way, (and Jennifer reports it feels even hotter), I’m really looking forward to putting the heat out of my mind, and returning home. As much as I love San Francisco, and have gotten an enormous amount out of being here, the only thing I can think about is returning to Milan, and getting a chance to hang out with my wife.