I have a love/hate relationship with the month of May. Every year it's a month of challenges and transitions. Winter ends, in Chicago Spring is too short--if it exists at all. And like the flowers that bloom, new chapters begin.
So readers, the time has come to take my Italian adventure and make my dream come true. I joke that maybe I won't return. Maybe I'll stay and find a new life. Who knows what can happen, and that is the most exciting part of life's little journeys.