Home
What meanings does the term home carry? A thousand nuances and interpretations.
I try to jot down all the associations that come to mind at the sound of this word: my room, the comfy couch on which I fall asleep every night before the movie ends, my husband, Sunday breakfast, a bouquet of colorful flowers, the smell of coffee, grandma, my old dog, my grandson running up to me.
But in the past two and a half years, since I walked through the door of Scalabrini House 634 for the first time, my concept of Home has changed, or rather, expanded enormously. Home is also this here, the scent of foods from distant worlds reaching your nose at the most unlikely hours, the voices of children playing in the TV room, firm footsteps on the stairs. But, what made me feel at home more than anything else was the meeting with Joseph and Maeza: the thousand dinners of zighinì, the coffee ritual that granted us the privilege of telling each other slowly, the movies at the cinema, and the hundreds of manga characters (hitherto unknown to me) to color together.
There was no shortage of difficult moments, of discouragement from the struggle to rebuild. But now it is time to make room, let you run into the future. Isn’t this the hardest part of our work? Sharing pieces of the road, becoming a dike for the tides that each of us tries to tame. Cultivate big dreams together, and then give the push to see them come true.
We will see each other again, under other moons. Where time does not run fast and we find the thread of things we have held on to. There where that which saves grows.
