I wish I had more time,
to write here,
because I do need it.
But if there's anything I'm lacking right now,
it's time.

Anyway.
Tomorrow we're going to Rome.

Well, to be correct, 
we're going to a hospital in Rome, one that's specialized in kidney cancer.
Now that immediately sounds less exciting, doesn't it?
It's going to be a long day because we do back and forth in the same day
and the Lion King,
born and raised in infamous Napoli,
is paranoid about pickpockets in Rome
- the irony!

Rome.
I've been living in Napoli for almost 10 years now,
it's a little over 1 hour by train
and I haven't been to Rome once
!!!!!!!!!!!!!
If they say that couple life requires some sacrifices, 
this is an example.

This being said,
there have been a lot of sacrifices lately.
It is not a very pleasant time of my life,
obviously,
it's even much less pleasant for him.

Yet,
bizarly,
stupidly,
it's now that I feel that I want to be alive.
I am craving for the small life, the banal life.
I have this urge to clean my house, to do all the little chores that I have been putting off for 2 years (since we moved), the things I usually postpone or avoid.
I want to do them now.
I want to do normal things.
I want life to be normal again.

But tomorrow we're going to Rome.
Nothing normal about it.

clara