Italy and I already had a longstanding love affair, but I had never lived alone in Italy. I had never lived alone, period. Living alone abroad was daunting and exciting and liberating and inspiring in rapid alternation over the course of a single day.
I learned all the different lights of all the different days of all the seasons, and I learned that my heart could feel very, very full.
I learned that I don't at all hate Milan, and that I could and should and would live there, wholeheartedly.
For all that Milano brought me and taught me, it is my most precious city (after Venice, of course).