There's no place like home

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Coming back home, after 2 months, I thought the situation could have been the same as always: me bored while I am not with my friends, the same fights with my mom, my grandma's ordinary health problems... I was wrong. For the first time, I am able to say: "There is no place like home". I am not clicking any red heels, mainly because I don't have them in that color, but I drive from my parents' to my grandma's playing music at high volume, singing. I don't care if I look like a naff just because of the music I am listening. There is this Italian song called Fiore (flower) by Gigi d'Alessio that makes me laugh, it cheers me up and it makes me thinking about HIM. 

There is no way I am in Saluzzo and I don't see him, that's a fact. But it looks like destiny loves playing with us: the week I am back he is not in town. Sign? Coincidence? Destiny likes playing dirty, but hey, I will stay here until I am able to meet him, whatever it takes. 

In the meantime, I am spending all my time with my grandma, who is well, thank God, and doesn't want me to leave again, as always. She was a little bit upset when she asked me until when I stay here. Good question, actually. It's impossible not to love her, that's it. 

Her neighbors ask me the "latest news from the world" every time they see me, and when I go back at my parents', they are like: "See you tomorrow, bye", saying it in a very friendly and warm way. It makes me realize I am back in a small town where everyone knows everyone, and it's impossible walking around without bumping into someone who starts asking you how things are.

Not to mention the fact that my mom and my aunt have spoiled me with presents, that I have a very long list of books which I have to read, that the sun keeps shining in the morning and it wakes me up, and that my creativity brought me to change hairstyle again. I cut my hair by myself, proving one more time that I am the hairdressers' nightmare, but I don't care at all. 

I am good. I am happy. I am free. I am inspired. I write. This is the beginning of MY fairy tale.