Today is the day I’ve been dreading for months. Today is the day we move back to the US.
Living in Mexico has meant a lot to me these last two and a half years and I am sad to leave. At some point Mexico City stopped being just a place where we were living and it became our home. I don’t know if it was when we moved into our apartment, or when we made good friends here, or when our son was born here, but it happened, and I’m glad it did.
I’ve lived lots of places in my life. Too many to count. And every time I’ve ever left a place I’ve been sad to go. You would think I would be better at goodbyes by now. I’m not. But maybe that means I’m doing it right.
There have been lots of tears over the last few days, and I’m sure there will be lots more. If you are reading this I am already en route to Texas to meet the dogs and begin our journey back to DC.
But this isn’t goodbye.
Hasta pronto, Mexico. I already miss you, but I will be back.