I found a home, one that I love more than my beloved Genova … which is good, since that Italian door is so closed to me in these days. If we leave our country, our government won’t allow us back … except via a lottery system which is, as you can imagine, a nightmare.
I have access to the most beautiful river, in the world, ever … And a beach I adore, like those beaches I loved in those days before I flew from New Zealand, escaping a very bad marriage.
I am beach girl again, living by the tides, when I can.
I have a casual job, that I love and I finally purchased a laptop, screen and memory that allows me, once again, to claim that I am also a professional photographer.
I have been reunited with my external hard-drives, after not having them work via my ancient and dying laptop, that one that has been dying, since flying back home to New Zealand.
I lost my father in August.
I met a man, and he has become my anchor, my partner, and my most-loved friend.
The doors have opened, as we have found the courage to step through them … and now, in these days, I am finding the tribe I belong to.
We are blessed.
I hope you are doing well too.
Love, Di
