This time last year, I was not wearing woolly slippers and a fleece hoodie, or huddling inside trying to keep warm. I was not staying in bed in the mornings because it was too cold to get out of it. This time last year, air-conditioning was my best friend.
This time last year, I was not looking for work. I was not saving my pennies. This time last year I was a lady of leisure, free as a bird for months to come, exploring Rome and beyond, turning life’s lemons into limoncello.
This time last year, I was not making soups or other hot meals for lunch. This time last year, I was shopping for tomatoes and the ripest of capsicums in local markets, eating pizza and drinking cold beer.
This time last year, I was not searching for ideas for dinner. I was not bored with my culinary repertoire, or searching for healthy alternatives. This time last year, I was going on Food Tours, enjoying funghi tortellini, and searching out authentic gelato.
This time last year, I was not searching out the sun, eager to feel any warmth on my back. I was not thinking enviously of my sister’s holiday in Fiji. This time last year, I was dodging the sun in Rome, taking siestas in the middle of the day, and sightseeing later in the day as the worst of the heat fades.
Real life. Sometimes it’s not all it’s cracked up to be.