11 days left

The countdown continues on my departure from Florence and it's filled with happiness, sadness and apprehension. I don't have a job, or a place to live but I am trying to have some faith in the skills of the Universe to guide me to the right place.
So much has happened since I left California that I'm not sure how bad the culture shock is going to be. I find myself a bit slow on the uptake when someone is speaking english to me in public that I come off as kinda daft. I can understand Italian pretty well now, but speaking it is still hit and miss. The most dramatic part in all this for me is amount I've learned is such a short period of time, personally and about art. A friend told me the other day that I won't fully understand how I've changed and how this experience has effected my perception for a while and I think he is right. Florence has been such an intense experience and even before I've left I reflect on it constantly.
I have so much to be grateful for, so many wonderful people have come into my life because of it that in some ways it feels surreal. I leave behind here in Florence 2 wonderful people that I wish I had more time with, Nenad and Camilla. Both are art restorers and I have learned so much from them and enjoyed their company as people beyond words.
One of the most important parts of this experience is one relationship in particular. When I left California, Mike and I were part time lovers and friends. Since I've been in Florence he has stuck by me through the whole thing and our relationship has developed into something really wonderful. I don't know what will happen when I get back but I am hopeful that closing the distance will bring about an even richer experience of love.
These days I sigh deeply, taking in the sights, sounds (often construction and sirens) and tastes of Florence. I will miss living in this city of beauty even if it does often smell kinda nasty. Every corner here offers a surprise, an opportunity to look and celebrate.