Ghosts in The Attic

My dream home is a conundrum. It is both a country expanse, nothing too fancy, but a beautiful and productive garden. It is also a flat in the middle of Salerno, looking out towards the Amalfi Coast. It’s both cozy and majestic. It’s not too flashy. It’s an average place in the scheme of homes there, but the locale is the true gem.

I stayed at an apartment in Salerno. It was beautiful, with an incredible balcony where I looked out over the steps of the city, mesmerized by what felt to me like a realm where angels live.

Then I went to Lago di Garda. It felt like I had died and found true heaven on earth. I immediately thought of all the immigrants that left that beautiful place to come to the boring east coast. My home there sits in a town closer to the Po Valley. I have extra space for friends and family. It’s a 3rd story flat. The first story is a shop and I get to sell my art and trinkets relating to my love of lemons. I choose the west coast of the lake, and every morning I wake up and I watch the sun rise over the mountains and I am eternally grateful for the opportunity to gaze upon the earths beauty.