Dearest Opera friends, colleagues and students,
from the bottom of my heart: Happy New Year 2022.
May this perfectly aligned number find us just as aligned with who we feel we are and want to be, or in the process of becoming it.
Did you make your New Year resolutions? Do you know what you want, what makes you smile your most honest, unapologetic smiles?
Why, I have made mine.
Although this lady in the picture is me, on NY's Eve, sunbathing in one of my favorite meditation spots in my sacred, beloved motherland Apulia, that in the past few years welcomed me broken in her womb and made me reborn, as those of you who follow me on socials will know by now...
I am moving to Milan (and way out of my comfort zone) to give my mission a better chance and a wider breath!
I am NOT comfortable at the idea, but feel like I owe it to my work.
Since I've made up my mind, things have started to move fast: I've moved fifteen times in my life, but never found the perfect house so quickly; good signs all the way!
Now, there is just one problem.
From Jan 10th 2022, I cannot use any other restroom on the national territory than my very own, in my (beloved) house, not even with a negative rapid test at hand made within the last 48 hours.
Such were the last Italian government dispositions.
Forget about public transports of any kind, bars, restaurants, gyms, Opera houses or museums - nothing too fancy on my mind:
I have to be close enough to my house in case I need to pee (or worse, you know) because I wouldn't be allowed in any public restroom.
The Italian government is holding me by my very own guts and bladder: it's either my house or the woods.
So I have a few questions for you, hoping that your wise advice may be of help and thanking you in advance for it.