A year has passed and today I pack up my office and close the door behind me for the very last time.
It has been one hell of an adventure.
My Zia, buon'anima, used to say:
"quando si chiude 'na porta, s'apre 'na finestra."
When a door closes, a window opens. I used to always challenge her on how can a window compare to or be better than a door, to which she would reply:
"ugh... you inherited your father's pessimism
.... It just does. "
