Technically, today I was supposed to leave Italy. I woke up and looked out the window and watched a plane flying through the sky and thought "That's my plane." Then I turned over and hugged my husband close and thanked the universe for my wonderful life.
The tiny scrap of paper that is my receipt from the Questura means I stay here wrapped in love and rapt, in love. Oh, what a beautiful morning.
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