The Feed

Milan moves slower than I’m used to — people walk like time is theirs. I’m still adjusting: learning public transport, surviving on vending machine espresso, and watching the sun set way past 8:30 p.m. The sky is clearer, the coffee is better, and strangers are kind without speaking a word I understand. I haven’t explored everything yet, but I’m here — and I’m hoping the city treats me good.