Shhh…the phone might ring…shhh…nobody move because my phone might ring… shhh nobody make a sound…all of you just stop, my phone might ring. Oh wait, right! My phone sucks so it doesn’t make any sounds any more. No problem, I will hold it in my hand and not let it down, not even for a second until it rings.
The last twenty five days of this project will be ending in triumph. This entire year, my whole perspective might chance in a split second. I am confused, excited, terrified and angry all at once. I know things are going to change, things have already changed a lot and not knowing where to go next messes everything up. Maybe in a good way or maybe just in a different way. The last three posts may have been the most ambiguous ones I have ever wrote. It’s almost impossible to share my thoughts about things that I am not yet allowed to talk about. I can say this though: I am in the middle of the road at a cross path if you’d like and a truck is coming fast straight at me, so I have to run towards a path without having the possibility to go back at the cross point. Confusing right?
I think the only good thing that came out of all this running around the passed week has been that I had to be downtown everyday and enjoy some of Florence’s beauties from the distance: a small, narrow street, a glimpse of the Duomo, a short stroll in Piazza Republica. Those are the small things that remind me that I love this town and I may never want to leave it.
All in all my phone might ring, so I need to stand still and not make a sound, not move a muscle. This may be it, I just have to wait. Waiting. Waiting is just an extension of yourself when you are trapped and seeking your way out. Waiting is a nightmare that become a fairy tale when you remember it. Waiting is the most wonderful thing that can happen to you or it can be the worst. Wait. Shhhh…my phone is ringing….shhhh
