This is Nonna on good old 3N, her home since march. Not anymore though. She was moved to the first floor. Its not that it has changed anything for me. I have not gotten to see her since the move. I just liked knowing where she was, exactly and the people she would see everyday. They knew me, I am the young girl with the camera. Some even remembered that I go to college. Thats more then what Nonna remembers. It was not a great view from 3N, its in the city so everything is ugly. I just had gotten used to it thats all.

I remember when I was a kid I used to cry a lot. I had some kind of strange separation anxiety, like the kind puppies have when there past owners did not spend enough time with them. Except I would not chew at the furniture I would just cry if someone tried to leave the house with out me. Nonna would be gone for just a half hour and I would be crying for more then an hour. She would come home and find me in the same place she left me. She would make me some food and then I would feel better. She believe in holding your head up high no matter how afraid you are. Sometimes I still feel like that kid who does not want to be left alone. This time I have to make my own food, and I cant cook to save my life. She is leaving me for good and I cant even be there to say goodbye. What would she want me to do? I know she would want me to be strong. Keep my face to the clouds. I know this in my heart and in my head. So I am trying, I really am.