Its nearly 2am and as expected, after spending the evening with my Milanese friend Cristina in Navigli, I'm on the computer typing up some notes, preparing for tomorrow and finalising a parcel to ship home to Australia.
When the alarm sounds tomorrow morning, it will mark the beginning of my last 24 hours in Milan. Can you believe it? It's going to be a busy day, as I will be travelling around Milan to conclude established relations with the Art Curators and Directors of Museo del Novecento, Museo Leonardo da Vinci and Fondazione HangarBicocca. Given I'm not good with farewells, I hope that I don't get too emotional. My experiences at these art institutions has been honestly captivating and in many ways exceeded my expectations. I'm sad to be leaving because they have been so supportive and welcoming, and it has been such a thrill to walk through their doors at any time day or night - as though they were my second home.
In particular I'll miss Museo del Novecento. I still remember doing YogaArte with Marina in Sala Fontana under Luca Fontana's spectacular neon light installation and the backdrop of Il Duomo. I have become very found of the museo's architecture, it's position, art collection, archival area, activities and the people that work at the museo.
And as I gather my notes and belongings from my well positioned apartment in Brera, I gather thoughts about my time and experiences in Milan and Italy. It has definitely been a full, highly active, productive and stimulating time. And a time of new realisations and new perspectives.
Returning to Milano after Trento - to a new location, home environment and being on my own - was challenging and for that first day painful. I now feel as though being on my own to face my loneliness, doubts and fears, was how it was meant to be. I thank my Mum and friends in Florence and Melbourne who sent their love and support via emails and phone calls, it cradled me against heavy storms, but having to live that night and the next day essentially on my own, gave me the space and time to think and in the end, forced me to move on, to keep going and to refocus on what I was here to do. I'm glad that the mind numbing sadness and feeling of loss, past within a few days and I'm pleased in some ways to leave this story in Italy where it was born and nurtured.
As Maurio said the other night 'Great that means new love can begin'. I smiled because I understood what he mean't.
Who knows where and what lies ahead for you or for me? But it is not about knowing is it. Rather it is about believing in ourselves and making our way through our lives with courage, faith and balance.
As Maurio said the other night 'Great that means new love can begin'. I smiled because I understood what he mean't.
Who knows where and what lies ahead for you or for me? But it is not about knowing is it. Rather it is about believing in ourselves and making our way through our lives with courage, faith and balance.
