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The End of this Chapter

It’s barely 8am and the sun is drying out the puddles from yesterday’s rain. In all regards, it’s a morning just like all the others except that it’s the morning of my last full day in paradise. Tomorrow I hop a flight–or rather I hop 4 flights–which after about 40 hours will deposit me in my hometown of Nashville, Tennessee.

It’s a really strange feeling to know that the routines of travel–which have become familiar and comforting in their banality (packing, repacking), their repetitiveness (banana pancake anyone?), and their excitement (always new horizons)–are a thing of the past. I feel like it’s the last day of high school: long anticipated with a mixture of anxiety, opportunity and anticipatory nostalgia.

I’m glad to be heading home, really I am. Saying so many goodbyes over the course of the year has taken its toll; the other side of this coin however is all the great people I’ve met, made friends with and been sad to part ways with. This year has had it’s ups and downs, as I knew it would and left me emotionally bankrupt at times but also far more resilient and calm than I could have imagined when I embarked on this destination-less voyage. Continue reading

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Ode to My Mamacita

It’s hard to believe it was nearly 15 years ago that my mother and I argued over banal shit (oops, sorry mom: banal stuff). We’ve both changed by multiple measures since those days of being co-hormonal and grinching about the laundry, what to have for dinner, each others’ driving skills (or lack thereof, depending upon perspective).

Both of us have experienced tremendous losses of multiple loved ones. Sometimes we’ve shared those losses: uncle/brother, best friends, parent/Opa. Each subsequent loss has left us each more tender to the world but raw towards each other, isolated and hurt in our grieving. More often than not, our mournings have been separate as we glimpse at one another, cautiously offering empathy from afar but never quite comfortable co-habitating in the difficult emotional spaces of tragedy and disease.

The quote may belong to Emerson but it is the parenting philosophy embraced by my mother.

The quote may belong to Emerson but it is the parenting philosophy embraced by my mother.

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