Scared to forget.

I write because I am scared to forget. 

Forget where I am coming from.

Me and my young family moved back to England about 3 months ago. We are slowly settling in. I’m learning to like and appreciate our life in London. I’m feeling myself, I’m feeling stimulated and it feels like here there are more opportunities and hope for our future.

HOWEVER

I’m scared to forget 

I’m scared to forget the love of the little things.

The rumbling noise of our coffee machine cooking on the wooden stove. 

I’m scared to forget the connection I felt when listening to the sound of the cracking fire.

I’m scared to forget the warmth of the fire on my face

I’m scared to forget the immense silence of winter in our house in the forest; the deep thoughts inside the most unknown part of my soul

I’m scared to lose myself. I write to remember. 

I write to remember you in all the beauty you freely pour upon us. 

The wilderness, the open spaces, water rivers, lakes and seas. 

When I write about you, I see you, My Italy. I see you and I love you more than ever. 

Please wait for me. I will come back soon.

With Love

Giada