If someone asked me how I was, I would actually say: “I’m busy living.”

I am busy living my best life.

Busy taking in the beauty of the belle époque architecture and the Italian vibe of the old city.

Busy soaking up the winter sun and the sound of the crashing waves.

Busy furnishing my apartment. Busy finally getting all those things I’ve always wanted and never dared… because ‘I wasn’t sure… it wasn’t my my final destination. I can’t carry THAT with me…’

Those times behind…

I am…

Busy building. Busy growing. Busy living. Busy loving.