When Florence Became Just Tuesday
There is a specific moment when you know a place has become home and not just a visit.
It is not dramatic. Surely there will be mornings when you wake up and joyfully think: I live here now. But this is different, it happens sideways, in the small details, over weeks and seasons.
For me, it happened during my second season in Florence. We had extended the lease on the apartment. I had come back, just as I wished for. I took the habit of going on early morning walks, enjoying that special feeling of the locals wishing everyone a good day before all the hustle of the day. I stopped for a caffè macchiato, bought fruits and vegetables from the sweet elder lady at the Santo Spirito Piazza, and stopped for bread at Via Sant'Agostino.
I told the lady at the counter that the forecast of beautiful sunny weather and 15 degrees Celsius this spring day in early March was an extraordinary contrast compared to the snowstorm in the Swedish mountains that same morning.
She shivered and muttered about "La Strega" while wrapping my schiacciata in paper. And then, with great patience, she explained that fifteen degrees was still very much winter in Italy. The "Colpo della Strega" (Witch's Strike) is a neck pain due to sudden shift in weather. And that is how I realized why here the locals don't dress by the weather, they dress by the date - and that explains the coats, scarves and hats until June. This to avoid the Witch.
The market at Piazza Santo Spirito a beautiful day in early March when spring pressed play 🌿
And as I walked back up the 85 steps to my attic, I had a thought that has stayed with me ever since.
This is just Tuesday.
Not a travel dream. Not a milestone. Just Tuesday. A Tuesday with good bread and a brief conversation in imperfect Italian, under a diamond blue Florentine March sky when spring pressed play.
And that - right there - was the dream.
I think we imagine the life we want as a destination. A moment of arrival. When I finally do the thing, I will feel the thing. But what I have learned from five seasons in Florence is that the goal was never to arrive feeling amazed. The goal was for the extraordinary to become ordinary. For this to be Tuesday.
The cafés, art and buildings I now walk past as a part of my life are the same ones I once stood outside of with my phone, trying to get the light right, trying to catch every memory I could before I had to leave it all. The walk along the Arno that I do most days has become a routine I once thought was the last one. Giotto's Campanile still catches me every time, especially during the first morning toll at 7 AM when the light is changing and the bells announce the day as it has for centuries.
It is still extraordinary, but it has also become ordinary. That is how you know it has become home.
It is what happens when a life you once only imagined becomes the life you are actually living. The wonder does not leave - it just settles. It becomes the texture of your days rather than the highlight of them. And that is one of the most comforting feelings I know.
I share this because I know how many women are carrying a version of Florence somewhere in their chest. Maybe not this city specifically - maybe it is a cottage by the sea, a year abroad, a season somewhere that has been quietly calling. And I know the fear that comes with dreaming of it: What if I get there and it becomes ordinary?
That is exactly the point. That is the whole point.
The day your dream becomes just Tuesday is not the day it fails. It is the day it succeeds.
If you want a quiet place to begin finding your dream, I invite you to what helped me - The Seven Days email series. One letter a day, seven days - and a few gentle tools to help you hear what has been waiting. Seven Days to Find Your Next Chapter ››
Piazza Santo Spirito with its trees just starting to shift in lovely spring green - a beautiful day in early March when spring pressed play 🌿
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I'm Pernilla - a happily married empty nester sharing my solo seasons in Florence, slowly and honestly. This is where the stories live - the cafés, the walks, the work, and the quiet process of finding the next chapter. The everyday texture of solo seasons in Florence, the honest process of building something new in midlife, and the quiet tools that are making it possible. Browse by category, or begin with the Seven Days email series if you feel ready to explore your own next chapter.
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