One of the greatest benefits of moving from Los Angeles to Manhattan is the required scaling down of all the "stuff" I had acquired over the last 10 years of living single. Sure, it was painful selling two closets worth of clothes, my car, a kitchen full of handy gadgets, and furniture with happy memories attached. The reality is my little NY apartment is just that; little. So, the things I didn't absolutely love didn't make the cut. It's refreshing to be in NY only surrounded by the things that truly mean something to me.
The only possession that, like a dying person seeing the white light, is stuck in the limbo of two worlds is my beloved Vespa.
A friend in LA was kind enough to store it for me while I figure out if it will make the trip to NY.
In Italy, I developed a true Vespa Love and purchased my LX150 within days of returning home. I became captivated by the freedom it provides in the open air, the wind blowing against my body, the thrill it gives around each corner. Yet, it's one thing to ride around my sleepy LA beachside town, and another to ride the fast paced streets of Manhattan. (...and another to ride on the back of one through the hills of Prato, but that's another story!) Do I have the courage to navigate the concrete jungle on 2 wheels? Is the possibility of crashing (with a cab, probably) a greater pain than letting go of something so dear to me? To be continued....
