There’s a strange saying in italian.
When you move in a new home some people in Tuscany won’t ask you when you’ll go live there, but they’ll ask you instead “when you come back?”
It’s so strange. They ask you when you’ll transfer to the new home as if you always lived there.
I wonder if there’s some origins to this saying, or if it’s just a change in the language that produced this.
Whatever the outcome, I feel a lot of melancholy when I hear it, mostly because it reminds me of “coming back”.
The past, the things you lived, the things you left.