Tonight a family member in Italy needed me to resend her a picture she had accidentally deleted. It was of my son Spencer and her dog, Daisy.  The camera flash made Daisy look more like Cujo. I can’t help but laugh every time I look at that photo. But trying to find it was torture. I had to go back and look through most of my vacation pictures before I found it. It made me realize how much trouble I’m having adjusting to life back in the States. I’ve been home 3 weeks and I’m more convinced than ever, I left a good chunk of my soul in Italy. Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy to be home with all of my kids, but they’ve all been to Italy. They all love it and understand where I’m coming from. In 2 years we are hoping everything works out and we are able to call Italy home. Until then, I will continue to torture myself looking back at our amazing vacation pictures, making lots of home made pasta and dreaming of La Dolce Vita.


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