The story is told (by Kierkegaard) of the absent-minded man so abstracted from his own life that he hardly knows he exists until, one fine morning, he wakes up to find himself dead.This is a lesson I thought I had learned a number of years ago. A friend, about my age, woke up one morning immobilized; he had a stroke overnight. I thought about that and my goals and desires then quit my intensely high paying job and went to Italy for three months; I had always wanted to go.
Well, that lesson seemed to wear off. I made other trips then life happened and I had other concerns; relocating, new friends and relationships, concerns about money, things got put off. Then about three months ago I woke up with an intense pain in my hip. The slightest movement would set it off but if I remained frozen it just lingered in the background. Well, that went away slowly and has only slightly recurred but it was a wake up call. There is really nothing except my health standing in the way of further travel but my health at my age is problematic.
I decided to return to Italy, to Rome which I love, for an extended stay, a month. In one form or fashion I laid the above on my beloved and said 'I would love you to go with me but I'm going'. I am so pleased to say, she's going too.
So I may be an irrational man or a supremely rational man; it matters little because next Monday Nancy and I are getting on a Lufthansa jet and flying, ultimately, to Rome where I was fortunate enough to find an affordable apartment in the heart of the city. Pictures (from a website), maps, and such are below.
The red pin in this map and the one below is our location. |
The green door is to our apartment building. That's the Colosseum at the end of the street. |
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