A Full Stop at Going

(il terremoto is where my heart & mind really are but words fail me here, mando il mio amore e le preghiere).

My head is single mindedly, doggedly even, focused on the going.

It was last trip too. I no longer can, or want, to consider the after.

I want to think about packing, the door closing on the plane, the travelling and the door opening on Rome.

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Last trip my case of ‘full stop at going’ was so severe I asked my husband, “am I going to die?”. It felt like I was about to fall off the edge of the known world and there could be no coming back from that.

But of course, the last journey drew to a close and I boarded my flight for home and life carried on.