Heading south again late this week to visit several of my mother’s most cherished friends. When she died, I realized that I didn’t wish to detach from her social network, which had nourished me nearly as much as it did her — so that will be our summer vacation this year. Altho I’ve been totally unhysterical and philoscophical about my mother’s passing, it is hard to imagine being with these people without tears. Cathartic tears perhaps?
I continue to think about the changes I want to bring about as a result of my trip to Costa Rica. It took a while, but eventually I realized that what was so appealing was the PERSON I WAS THERE. Someone more adventurous and liberated. Can I be this person at home? That is the gezornenplatt!
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