Progress...
First you disassemble, donate, divide, distribute, return, store or safeguard...
then you pack...in my case, all you can fit into 3 bags...
with the help of friends and family, who are supporting you even if they think youre brave and kind of nuts...
next, lots of hugs, love yous, thinking am i really going to move far away from all these people i love and of course plenty of visiting before heading to airport....
getting on a flight and waking up in a plane thinking...holy shit...allo Enrico, guess what, Im really on my way, finalmente, an opportunity to build.
oh but wait, then, you get out of the plane, remember you dont speak italian and think...shit---i hope i packed my italian grammar book in one of my 50 pound bags, or perhaps in my 20 pound backpack, or possibly in my 16 pound guitar case...&/%$&$(!!!!!

growing is real, and hard, and exciting, and wild, and wait....really really real.
for the past week, Ive woken up next to the person I love and not had to think, oh shit, the vacation is almost over, see you in 2 or 3 months, maybe.

in one week ive already learned that he hates things on the bed, asks me things ive probably forgotten about or havent done, and makes sure i drink enough water at lunch...
he also prepares the breakfast table, is always looking for the best solution to progress and to move forward and helps, with everything...
one week is nothing, but starting something real, en vivo, is a great way to move forward...the best.