Oh what a year! I escaped the country, collected some love, and at 36, finally experimented with adulthood.
As 2013 winds down, I am confronting the things I normally brush off as uptight and un-fun (ambitions, motherhood, money, my future), and enjoying the process of, ya know, dealing with reality. It’s not so scary after all — not when you’re ready.
I finished - but kinda flunked - Italian class. I’m happy I did it, and will try again in a few months. Si si, the universe had some ideas of its own this year: I lost my super-skinny body to super-crispy pizza; I lost an early draft of my next book; and I lost a big job for the first time (now that felt like shit).
But look what I found! I met someone I adore and trust and crave and respect — one day I’ll tell you the story, and you’ll believe in fate. I found a city, Rome, where beauty, power, and passion come crashing together; where tough love, bad moods and good sex are forever in the water. And the water is frizzante.
Rome, where I sleep well; I eat well; I think well; where I’ve learned that being serious isn’t the same as being dark — even though a little darkness is part of any life well lived. Rome, where I’ve evolved in bidets, Berlusconi and Ramazzotti. L’amore è bello se non è litigarello. Rome, where I’m proud to be an American, a New Yorker, a masshole, a Temkin, and a Shelasky.
Rome, I love you, and the rest is between us…
Of course it’s hard being away. I’ve lived vicariously through my New York Mag articles, but who knew I’d miss Brandi Glanville, ethnic food and fucking-Starbucks so much? But hey. Here in my European (“Cal-Ital”) apartment with broken internet and beautiful music, I go to bed smiling and wake up excited - and it’s hard to argue with that.
Last week, my dear friend Kateri sent me a quote which I scribbled down next to my bed, near the framed photo of her father, who I loved. Because she’s Irish-Catholic, I’m Jewish (with a Roman-Jewish innamorato!), and it’s the year of my cool nabe, the Pope, here are some words to live by in 2014:
In Happy moments, praise G-d
In Difficult moments, seek G-d
In Quiet moments, worship G-d
In Painful moments, trust G-d
And in every moment, thank G-d
Wishing you a year of blessings, love and laughter. New York, I’m coming for you next week!!
Photo Credit: Wendy Bevan