Last Pasta at Borgo Allegri 7, 10:03 pm
I hate closing doors.
Ever since I was a kid I hated it.
Whether it was a hotel room in Boise, Idaho or a shared dorm room at university I have always hated it, hated saying good bye, hated leaving something behind, hated knowing that I spent time somewhere and that I will never be able to be in that same space again, hated to think of something as the last time. Something about it always made me feel weird, a bit melancholic even.
That final look around the hotel room, under the bed, in the closet…did we leave something? And then locking the door turning and walking down the hall, dropping keys at reception, into the car a glance at the road map and off we go to find the right exit.
It was always better once we hit the road, but man I hated the closing the door part.
Tonight I am eating my last pasta at Borgo Allegri 7. It makes me sad and I am a little scared too. This is where a new life and a new chapter began for the three of us. We waited for almost nine months to see his face, to hear his laughs and it is here, on the top floor with all the pigeons and church bells that we finally got our wish. Soon I will feel the weight of this door close for the last time behind us and know that we will never again climb these warn stone stairs and make dinner or share our breakfast on the old marble table. This will not be easy. Yet I am eternally grateful to whatever good fortune led us here and hold out my hand gladly to the next door I will be opening and hope and pray I won’t have to close that one for a very long time.
Last Pasta at Borgo Allegri Pasta… the last of my cherry tomatoes, last of my arugula, the last of my feta cheese…
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