It is a cliché to say that one’s partner in life is a support—it runs very much deeper than that. As I announced on this blog recently, I have applied to an art school in Florence, Italy that could take as long as three years to finish the complete course. I have no idea if that will be what happens. It could be just one year. I do know why it is possible: my wife, Lea. She is a superb artist in her on right. She is a weaver. Her weavings are very carefully contemplated, designed, constructed and meticulously executed. They are experimental. They resonate quiet, precise subtly and strength—two of her own main attributes.
Living in a foreign company is not easy. There are days when we look at the other and ask “why did we do this?” Then, there are other days when, after a productive time in the studios and a nice dinner, we look at each other and say “this feels right.” Such an emotional roller coaster can take its toll. It shades all other decisions—including being apart for up to 30 weeks a year if I am accepted to this school. For those that know Lea, she defines honesty, integrity and adherence to quality in everything. Her upbringing also infused into her a big dose of wonderful perfectionism.
When I made the announcement, only a few friends made the connection between my going and Lea’s bravery in supporting the decision—which will mean she will be here by herself (in the house) for that time. She plans to enjoy her time alone by focusing on her work and strengthening the circle of female friends she has established here. However, my absence will create its own emotional rollercoaster ride. There will be nights when a loud noise or big bump might be disconcerting. It will be a great deal of work to coordinate keeping the house in our much desired tip-top shape. We won’t have the little pre-cocktail hour chats about the day. What we will have is a true testament to our friendship and support for each other. That is what true love is all about. Thank you, my brave Lea.
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