today we made the move.
ie ', we loaded all our belongings in a truck (is strange to think that everything I own all of the material is enclosed in a truck). Emilian (My husband), his father, a friend and our dogs are gone, the truck, at a time of Rieti, in the house that we will host a short meeting.
I stayed here in Milan Victoria, waiting for the new house has just a semblance of home and that there are at least bed and fitted wardrobe. a settimanella and me and put us on a pupotti Frecciarossa (Assembly) at the time of the campaign Rieti.
however, is not to bore you with all this, but the strange thing happened to me, it just happened (ooddio as I write) after this sequence of events.
yes, because after they left, I entered into our now ex-empty house, that only a few minutes before had been a movement of boxes, dogs and curious men busy, and I took a nonoschè absurd! a heavy gloom!
then, this is my seventh move (I counted them recently) and never, never, I felt so in leaving a room or a house where I lived ...
the stranaaa thing is that I never liked that house, I hated her prissy parquet and rub (we were on holiday and then the furniture was not ours), that table orribbile giant strap around the old, the neighbors (Northern League ) so unpleasant that I've never had, and that funeral around ... well, I was happy to move house.
then I said to myself ... because nostalgia this trash?
I looked around and realized I am ... I lived in no house an event as important as the birth of my child.
when we arrived, I was seven months pregnant and a half. I went there the last days of pregnancy, to wander through these rooms (two, that you expect?) in the throes of boredom more unbearable when my stomach weighed ottocentomilionidichili and I could barely drive a car. I brought the dogs out in the morning and wandered to those prissy greens lawns and watched the trees bucolic counting the days until the legendary DPP.
I remember vividly the sensation experienced climbing the stairs, with Victoria in her arms, when we brought her home the hospital, wondering how they would have accepted our dogs.
and mornings spent dozing on Latvian (even when asleep taaantissimo!), Or evening, also in Latvian, when all the tiredness of the day seemed to disappear while nursed and put to bed, and we were just us two, one.
I am sitting on the bed and I thought of how many times I rocked in that room, how many times I breast fed them ', in silence ...
I felt like an old woman who returns to a house where he lived the happy moments, and can not help but be moved and a little 'pining looking for traces in the corners of the walls, beyond the glass in the windows, creaking doors in .
my daughter only ten months and I already 'so I get excited'! argh! it seemed to me 'so' great, now fully launched on the road to independence.
oh my God, what shall I 'when you go' to school? and when I bring 'home the boyfriend, the university', when he goes' live alone! ^ ^
ehhhhhhh, dear ..... that mothers who chengesss!
I watch the ripples change
Their size But never leave the stream Of warm impermanence
and
So the days float through my eyes
But still the days Seem The Same
These children And That You Spit On
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They're quite aware
of what they're going through
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