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countlessuntruthsSO TIRED. MY FEET ARE KILLING ME.
Today, Isadora and I went to San Miguel de Allende to have lunch with the family there: mom's big brother, Rojo, lives there, as well as Rojo's daughter and son. We only had lunch with Rojo, though: Jero was going to Celaya for the rest of the week, and Mariana was busy with her own family.
It was the first time I've been there since my grandmother died, over a year ago. It was a little weird being there, but not too much. As sucky as it is, I was 'glad' that my grandmother died because she had been suffering for a long time, so it was mostly relief when she died. And, I dunno. It was a difficult relationship so while sometimes I miss my grandmother, it feels as if I've been grieving for the grandmother that she used to be years ago. I don't know if that makes sense.
Anyway, Isadora and I walked to the bus station. It's not very far away from where we live - fifteen minutes, perhaps? - but you have to go up a hill so. M-MY FEET. I WALK A LOT. I just don't _climb_ hills. But it was good and amazing and I loved talking with my uncle again.
But now I'm SOTIRED. My feet hurt because alas, my fantabulous boots are not made for climbing up hills.
And apparently I missed a lot of Fool's jokes? WELL, I'M NOT COMPLAINING.
Today, Isadora and I went to San Miguel de Allende to have lunch with the family there: mom's big brother, Rojo, lives there, as well as Rojo's daughter and son. We only had lunch with Rojo, though: Jero was going to Celaya for the rest of the week, and Mariana was busy with her own family.
It was the first time I've been there since my grandmother died, over a year ago. It was a little weird being there, but not too much. As sucky as it is, I was 'glad' that my grandmother died because she had been suffering for a long time, so it was mostly relief when she died. And, I dunno. It was a difficult relationship so while sometimes I miss my grandmother, it feels as if I've been grieving for the grandmother that she used to be years ago. I don't know if that makes sense.
Anyway, Isadora and I walked to the bus station. It's not very far away from where we live - fifteen minutes, perhaps? - but you have to go up a hill so. M-MY FEET. I WALK A LOT. I just don't _climb_ hills. But it was good and amazing and I loved talking with my uncle again.
But now I'm SOTIRED. My feet hurt because alas, my fantabulous boots are not made for climbing up hills.
And apparently I missed a lot of Fool's jokes? WELL, I'M NOT COMPLAINING.
