“I forgot to say bye to Frida. I forgot to give her a hug.” That thought, as we raced towards LAX at 5 in the morning completely deflated me; it pushed me over the line and I just couldn’t hold it in anymore. All the stress, all the drama, all the anxiety leading up to today finally came to a Popocatépl-size blow the instant I realized I neglected to hug my dog before I ran out the door. Having to say bye to my -- and I’ll be the first to let you know how much I wish this term would die -- better half only 30 minutes later, only sank me lower and lower. I don’t know how I’m going to function without her. I don’t know how I’m going to make it through this next year, two years…
I wish I could write about how great my first day here has been, but it’s been miserable. Been trying my best to stay focused on the task at hand, to block out any negative thoughts, and feelings of sadness and loneliness all day. Peter Hook was my saviour in the sky as I devoured page after page of his book as Strangeways Here We Come provided the backdrop. Meanwhile back on the ground, back in this far away land, a Treehouse of Horror marathon took me away for a good two hours. I had a tasty enough dinner at a local restaurant, but again, I was reminded how hopeless it can be for a vegetarian in Mexico. I will need to do some grocery shopping soon. I will need to do so much… so much. Soon.
In the morning, I will run. I will run to a local runners hotspot and back. I will try not to let the extra 2,000 M (6500+ ft). It’s a much shorter run than I’m used to for that very reason. I will run with the hope of getting a feeling of my old routine back in place. I will run, I will shoot photos, I will write and I will share with those of you interested enough to read about what’s going on in my life. I hope to make a daily entry, no matter how small, no matter how seemingly meaningless, because I hope it will help.
Good night.
Good night.
Your words are beautiful. Love you.
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