Our little home in Italy
Moving day has come and gone. The moving truck amazingly made it through our little gate and brought us all those pieces we thought we couldn't live without. Funny, we've made it this far and only really missed a small part of it. Silly things you miss. I missed my chai tea from Sam's and Sam's wrap. Bob missed his pans even more than his knives. We both missed our bed and are thrilled it came through with the temper-pedic still there.
We got most of our stuff with no damage. The Italian movers who deliver
ed our furniture just couldn't believe how poorly packed things were..... Was that true or just someone to blame when the table leg came out without the table.......and when they unpacked the swivel television stand piece by piece (literally).
Our little house is beginning to feel like our home and not just a place to stay. Bob has noticed that most homes of the people we know here reflect years of travel throughout the world, a rug from Turkey, a table from Spain, furniture from Japan, masks from the Festivals of Venice. Our home, true to form, reflects where we've been the past thirty years. It's very United States. Nice, but we do notice the difference. Maybe we'll have to travel a bit----eventually.
posted by Bob and Marianne at 3:34 PM
2 Comments:
love it that you documented the unpacking :O)
so... what would your living room look like if you had always lived in Italy? How is it different??
Cluttered. Not badly so, but they use a lot, lot of "stuff".
Most of the living rooms we've seen have been Americans who've worked for DODDS (Department of Defense) for many years.
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