A vagabond’s life

by Rebecca Bricker on June 29, 2014

When I returned to Florence a couple of weeks ago, a friend here asked how it felt to be back.

“The first night, I fell into bed feeling like I had just come home from a long trip,” I told her.

I’m back in the same apartment – the one with a terrace and a view of the Oltrarno’s red-tile rooftops and the mountains in the distance. I wake up each morning to the vigorous clang of church bells. The enthusiastic bell ringer apparently is feeling the effects of a double espresso.

I love my neighborhood. The owner of our neighborhood mini-market came from behind the counter and embraced me when I re-appeared two weeks ago. On the day I left last fall, Ali sadly said to me, “I’m not only losing a good customer, but I’m losing a friend.”

I promised him I’d be back…a promise I meant to keep.

The past six months have taught me a lesson about going home again. When your heart has a home in two places – my other home is Pasadena, California – you can’t help but feel a little homesick for the place and the people you’ve let behind.

When I go home to Pasadena, I enjoy the ease and convenience of life there. I love having wheels again. Here in Florence, as I schlepp my groceries up the hill where I live, I wistfully think about how easy it is to pop into Trader Joe’s and load up the trunk of my Camry. My grocery transport here is The Magic Trolley, as Ali calls it. He’s always amazed at what I can fit into my Mary Poppins cart – a skill I learned watching the Tetris-master bag packers at Trader Joe’s.

In a bold move before I left Pasadena, I sold my Camry. Her name is Chirpy – because of the way she chirps when you click her buttons. She has been my faithful, reliable road warrior for 17 years. She went off to college for a year with my son and suffered innumerable parking tickets and once was towed. She’s now making the son of a friend happy, who loves that her air conditioning still works.

Just before heading back to Florence, I gave away my bed, my sofa, my dining set. I kept a few antique pieces, my desk and chair, and my IKEA Billy bookcase. My artwork is on loan to a friend. I left behind two storage units, packed with mementos, books, family heirlooms, photos, quilts, too many sets of dishes (that I just can’t seem to part with), a Lionel train set that belonged to my father, my son’s Playmobil castle along with a bin of his favorite stuffed animals. For me, these remnants of his childhood are the stuffing of an empty nest that I’d still like to keep intact – even though I, too, have flown the nest.

 

<<< One of my storage units in Pasadena. Gotta keep that vintage party-girl dress. (Still have the red Brunos that go with it. 😉 )

 

 

 

In this vagabond life of mine, I’ve come up with a list of essentials that can fit into a carry-on bag:

  • Bose sound dock and iPod
  • camera and computer equipment
  • my Ferragamos
  • and safely wrapped and tucked inside the Ferragamos, an Italian-blown shot glass – perfect for measuring tequila
In a friend’s cellar here, I left behind a blender and juicer, which got a good workout last week as my dear friends, the Library Ladies, gathered for one of my margarita parties. They’re glad I’m back.
And so am I. 😉

 

 

 

 

{ 10 comments }

Peg June 29, 2014 at 12:49 pm

Glad you’re settled back into your home and life in Firenze. And yes, way too many sets of dishes!

Rebecca Bricker June 29, 2014 at 1:04 pm

I can’t let go of “our” Fiestaware. And you love the Thistleware almost as much as I do. Thank you, dear friend, for all your help. I’d have three storage units if it weren’t for you!

Kathleen Pooler June 29, 2014 at 3:02 pm

Rebecca, now that I have experienced Italy for myself, I totally understand your feeling of “returning home”. I’m right back there with you in spirit. Enjoy every moment. I will enjoy the stories of your next new adventure!

Rebecca Bricker July 1, 2014 at 7:10 am

Hope you’ll return to Italy, Kathleen. I’d love to share some of my favorite places with you.

Denise June 30, 2014 at 7:55 am

‘Glad your blog is back. I’m looking forward to following your adventures! dja xo!

Rebecca Bricker July 1, 2014 at 7:11 am

Come join in the fun, dja!

Jackie Lamothe June 30, 2014 at 2:59 pm

It makes me smile inside to think of you back in glorious Firenze. I’ll be in Venice in January and may just HAVE to take the train over to see you (at last:).

Rebecca Bricker July 1, 2014 at 7:12 am

We have to meet up here – either Venice, Firenze or somewhere between. Looking forward to it!

Pat July 5, 2014 at 4:33 am

Ah yes, so you, too, understand the heartache of having one foot in two worlds. Whenever I am in one, I long for the other. Bet you are so happy to be back in Italy especially in this time of year. Will this become your permanent residence?

Rebecca Bricker July 6, 2014 at 4:42 am

Finding a permanent address eludes a vagabond. But it looks like Florence will be home base for the next year. I hope we can meet up, Pat.

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