Saying Goodbye, Moving into a Rental and Getting Sober

Florence wasn't ready to say goodbye

A few months ago, I told everyone in my life and on the internet I was leaving Florence. I said that because, well, I really was leaving Florence. I SWEAR. My mind was made up, you know? My boxes were packed and stacked in the basement and the movers were booked. I sold my apartment and I had a rental lined up in the suburbs of Milan. But then, life hap…