Back... almost.

I'm back since a few days. On one side I feel totally home, on the other side I am as spaced out and jet lagged as one can be.

I wake up regularly at 4 a.m., and I'm happy. I go walking Moki on the hill crest, we watch sunrise, and I can finally breath. I hang out with Heather in the house and I'm so happy to do it again.

But I also miss some of my great friends who really helped me to face the situation with my mom in Milan. They supported me with unconditional patience.

I miss having breakfast at Cucchi with Franco, talking with my sister in a relaxed way not through intercontinental and hurried up connection. I miss talking to Andrea about all the exciting creative projects we're going to do. I even miss going to the magazines offices and hang out with my former colleagues... did I just say that?

And at the same time, I am so incredibly happy to be here and now. Moki led me to the place where my heart was buried, and I'm trying to place it back. But it seems not to be in one whole piece. And it has to hold so many different emotions now that sometimes I think it's going to explode.

Or maybe it's just sleep deprivation.