HERE, THERE, OVERTHERE

Back home. There is no place like home. Open suitcases. Empty suitcases. Fill suitcases, back again. TJ this time. Tonight. Four days of all and nothing. Four days of, sorry, not being a mom, not being a sister, not being a writer, not being a teacher. Just me. A being with visa and acquainted to that city, to those streets.

Much, much has happened. She called, have I told you? Yes. She the one. The lost. The blood of my blood. My rib. She called. She is fine, still in that story, country, life. But still.

How I feel. Fullfill, y así.

Be back soon. Theres much to tell. Much happened.