salience
June 1, 2004
So Melissa has graduated from Mac, just like her sister Cynthia. Today is my last full day in San Anto, and once again, the temperature afuera has broken 102 degrees. It's the kind of purifying heat your home ec teacher always said to use to sterilize, you know, the kind that boils water.
Alex came down to San Antonio as well, and although we were on separate flights, we did get to see each other a bunch the four days he was here. He stayed with his sister, who is about 19 years older than us and lives about a twenty minute drive away from my uncle's house. And it was neat, having him meet everyone, me meeting his sister. These are my people, this is my home.
I'm still not used to it, even though I'm in my final hours of this visit. Not seeing the twins or la mama. It was just el papa, my brother and I from our six pack here for Melissa's high school graduation. It was the breaking of a 15 year old habit. Ever since the familia has been back stateside, we've always gotten together with my uncle's familia at least twice a year. To make things even more eerie, every corner in my uncle's house has some new relic from my grandma's house. You wouldn't think seeing her refrigerator somewhere else would be that shocking. But it sure took my breath away.
It looks like I'm going back to Alpharetta the weekend of 11 June. I have to do some renewing of the ids, and I'd like to see my twins and my gato sphinx. It's been three months, after all. I've decided going the weekend before my birthday would be the best thing--I don't know if I could handle being around my parents during my birthday, especially right before their next court date. I'll most likely be spending a day and a half with la mama and the twins and my gato in Alpharetta and the other day and a half with my brother and el papa, wherever that happens to be.
And I'm accepting that it's all inevitable now, us having to choose sides. It's a grown ups' war, divorce. Yet just like this trip to see familia has reminded me, life goes on. Siempre adelante. And the crazy thing is, no matter how drastically things change, I will always love my familia.
Alex came down to San Antonio as well, and although we were on separate flights, we did get to see each other a bunch the four days he was here. He stayed with his sister, who is about 19 years older than us and lives about a twenty minute drive away from my uncle's house. And it was neat, having him meet everyone, me meeting his sister. These are my people, this is my home.
I'm still not used to it, even though I'm in my final hours of this visit. Not seeing the twins or la mama. It was just el papa, my brother and I from our six pack here for Melissa's high school graduation. It was the breaking of a 15 year old habit. Ever since the familia has been back stateside, we've always gotten together with my uncle's familia at least twice a year. To make things even more eerie, every corner in my uncle's house has some new relic from my grandma's house. You wouldn't think seeing her refrigerator somewhere else would be that shocking. But it sure took my breath away.
It looks like I'm going back to Alpharetta the weekend of 11 June. I have to do some renewing of the ids, and I'd like to see my twins and my gato sphinx. It's been three months, after all. I've decided going the weekend before my birthday would be the best thing--I don't know if I could handle being around my parents during my birthday, especially right before their next court date. I'll most likely be spending a day and a half with la mama and the twins and my gato in Alpharetta and the other day and a half with my brother and el papa, wherever that happens to be.
And I'm accepting that it's all inevitable now, us having to choose sides. It's a grown ups' war, divorce. Yet just like this trip to see familia has reminded me, life goes on. Siempre adelante. And the crazy thing is, no matter how drastically things change, I will always love my familia.
lasaliente, 16:47
