Every day, as a ritual, I eat Hokkaido pumpkin soup at the Casa degli Artisti bistro.
This ritual, and this soup, genuinely make me happy in Milan.
It is not an ordinary zucca soup. It is a soup of joy. An ode to life.
Every time I eat it, the dopamine in my body rises. Or at least, that is how I like to imagine it. So I have decided to eat this soup every day throughout October, at 12:30 pm.
I love repetition.
Especially when it comes to something I love so much.
And because I go to this ritual lunch alone every day, the chair opposite me is always empty. On the table, I always find the little sign that says RESERVED.
I take it and place it against my heart. As if the place in front of me were reserved for someone. Someone who might, one day, appear.
There is a place reserved in my heart.
I am waiting.
