Someplace else

This is the first time in my life that I have not wanted to be someplace else.

I wonder why we always seem to want what we don’t have. When I was young, about a hundred years ago, not one day passed that I did not yearn to return to Italy, find a small niche somewhere and live out my days within the memories that were sustaining me.

As I aged though, life got in the way of my reverie, and the reality of my days pulled me farther and farther away. Then one day I was old and I thought, the children are grown with lives of their own, now would be a good time. But through my years grew an insight, one that made me know that now was too late. My youth had been spent, and because I had always lived in the throes of yearning for a life seeded in the past, I never fully lived in my present.

Until now.

Where was this wisdom those many years ago? If only I had had it then, I would not have wasted so much time wanting to be someplace else. I would have realized that time does not stand still. That the Hansom cab eventually trots into a museum somewhere, that the olive groves all get paved-over, and that the loved ones we leave behind all fade away.

I have memories of a wonderful time that did not wait for me - and perhaps that is a good thing as now I live here in this fairytale, and what surrounds me has made me realize that I no longer want to be someplace else.

 

This is my 'now'.
This is my ‘someplace else’.

It is here for me to live ....

..... and you to dream.

 

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