It’s been over a year since Flavia and I had this first meal in New Haven, the morning after I arrived from Rome and she took the train from DC. It had been a long night because she got off Amtrak at Newark to surprise me at JFK — Europeanly assuming that there would be a quick light rail shuttle between the two airports and finding herself, four hours and 100 dollars in cab fare later, more grounded in America.
I’m sifting through photos this evening for a cookstove photo project, and I was getting sad as I went through the Vietnamese and Greek holiday photos, the Tuscan parties, Roman dinners, all of these brightly colored joyful snapshots where we look well-rested and relaxed, surrounded by visitors and neighbors and family. And then I got to this one, and realized how far we’ve come since that first meal, how much of a life we’re making right here.
It’s been a long journey through corporate housing and the New Haven student rental merry go round, but we finally have a home in New York and are devoting next weekend towards making it homey. Will post photos next Monday.