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We leave next week.  

We leave next week.

We leave next week.

Sometimes I have to say it repeatedly to really allow it to sink in.  

J and my brother have nearly glided through most of Mexico. After just one border mishap, the two gringos have gone from one coastal town to another, riding in just before dark in search of a room and a cold beer. I tend to think of it as a gentleman's journey, not really knowing what that means but liking how it sounds.  Two men and a car and nothing but road and tacos to guide them.  If their luck holds they should in our new village by Friday.  

M and I are having a different sort of trip, going on three weeks at my parents with one week to go (have I mentioned we leave next week?) is making me both comfortable and anxious, this world is pretend with a fridge magically full of food and a squeaky clean bathroom and once a voice actually even reminded me to blow my nose.  One can't allow herself to get too comfortable here. One actually cannot get too comfortable here.  I did get to head back to my most recently old stomping grounds, having dinner one night with friends and attending a seminar the next day.  I came home with a crush on a 22 year old (does that make me one of those felines?  Is it a cougar? Puma?  Jaguar?)  No matter, if you saw him you'd be one too.  

I had the rather unpleasant experience of having the bank freeze my account, apparently I used my ATM card at a gas station that was robbed the next day and the bad guys made off with my credit card number along with dozens of others.  Rather than calling me they just cancelled my card, proving rather embarrassing at dinner but resulting in a free meal.  (Friends take pity on you when you are jobless AND your credit card won't work).  The bank had a very hard time understanding the need to straighten out their little mess in less than a week, for some reason "going out of the country" means "we can take care of it when you get back" and then for the eleven-hundredth time I'm explaining to the bank dude about our upcoming trip and why we won't be back anytime soon and why we still think it's a good idea.  I'll be rather happy to not have to explain that anymore.  

That said, I'm leaving next week.

holy shit.

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