hasta la victoria
I’m writing to calm nerves. a feeble attempt to put me at ease. I knew this would happen. I just had the last dinner I’ll have for five months with my family. All of them, they’re beautiful. I’m gonna miss them. In less than ten hours I’ll be on my way to Mexico, D.F. I know traveling is no big deal. Folks my age do it all the time and go to places a lot more foreign for even longer periods of time but for me, it’s unusual. I’ve never felt so close to my family before and maybe that’s why this trip is weighing so heavily on me. The health of my father and the love of my family is something I don’t want to neglect or miss.Five months is a good chunk of time; my nieces and nephew will grow, my family will move along, my friends will carry on, my twin sister will give birth to her first child, and the world will keep on spinning.
I’m anxious to get the first bit of this trip out of the way mostly because I hate that nervous feeling in my stomach but at the same time I want to embrace this part as much as I can.
