Every Storms Runs Out of Rain

Or so they claim. My life the past 3-4 weeks? Stormy. Thunder. If you're familiar with the storm warning pop up and email notification system on base...well you'd be so annoyed with all the notification (and legit ones at that) most likely you would give up using that portion of your computer screen.

No, I don't have my Drama Queen crown on...why ever do you ask?

Well, just when I think that the clouds are parting to make way for the clouds, with a brilliant rainbow in the near distance (trip home) there is one last downpour.

Of course.

As if saying "see you later" to someone I've grown rather attached to on account of him moving out of Naples just after a few short months after learning about his existence, I learned that another man in my life is moving on.

It seems silly but when I heard the news I almost broke into tears. But I didn't. You can't do that when it's clear he's questioning the decision he made and has no idea what's next. I thought I was at rock bottom but apparently I wasn't.

Who is this guy? Joe.
My pizza guy. The guy who has come to my rescue on more than one account. My window into life in MdP when I'm content watching things from the safety of our building. My translator. My news reporter. My go to guy for just about anything from good mozzarella, to letting me in when the clicker doesn't work, to taking me to the repair shop for my car. And on top of it all? He makes the most fabulous pizza- so much so just a few months ago I was almost agreeing to take his youngest son back to the states if he promised to move too so I could always have fresh pizza.

He will still be in town. Claims he will still be around. I'm just in shock that when I get back from my CA trip his shop won't be there and I'll have to call him up for our chats.

So despite another melt down in way too few days, I'm glad I ignored my "I'm not that hungry" and picked up a pizza anyways- it is departing for CA tradition after all!