"We all romanticize the people we adore"

So true.

My good friend, Juncal, whom I know since we were in our early teens, 

started a new life yesterday.

After spending 10+ years apart,
we were lucky enough to live in the same city during the past four years,
and, yesterday, we had to say good-bye, once again.

Over the past month, I wondered how I was going to take Juncal's departure.

We would walk around NYC and people would ask if we were sisters...

so I knew it wasn't going to be easy to see her go, 

but I didn't exactly know or
even want to think about the moment after the good-bye.

Well, like all heart-felt good-byes, 

it wasn't easy to see her close the door
of what at times was our apt in the west village,
jump in the yellow taxi cab

and see her disappear in the traffic of 7th ave.

People have asked if I was sad, and obviously I am.

Very much. 

But above all, 

I feel a huge absence around me

that is bigger than yesterday's good-bye.

The truth is that regardless of the reason
 since I arrived in this city 8 years ago, 

I have seen more people come into my life

and go as never before...

and the effects are starting to have an impact on me.

Not sure how to describe the feeling 

but it's like the old tree that stands there over the years, 

seeing generations pass and the seasons

go through it.

To feel how "pasajero" - we would say in Spanish - everything is

frightens me.

Juncal, 

this one is for you.

In remembrance of the past four years
and those times we experienced in New York

and that we know we will not experience again....

BUT

"All endings, are a beginning to something new, 

and potentially great."

Good luck in your new endeavors.

Muacas for you.

XOXO for the rest.

say, what?!

Topic of the night:

what to write when you don't have anything to write about.....

but yet you think you should write something.

..... is it weird if I don't say anything?

and just stay here; 

staring at my bright screen 

while shipping tea and trying to go to sleep?

.... or shall I continue making myself talk?

hoping that I sound interesting, fun and creative...

and that nobody notices?

It's a bit like this quote that I read the other day that says:

"It's like when someone says 'How are you?'

Do you say, 'Well, my head hurts and I'm lonely and depressed

and I'm worried about everything and the world is collapsing

and full of evil'? Or do you say, 

'I'm fine, thank you."

(Sarah Shepard, The Visibles)

Having a blog, or better said, an interesting blog is not an easy duty,

believe me.

Sometimes, many times, I just don't feel that creative

and/or talkative.  And it sucks.

....

Okay, I think I should go.

Starting to rave,

to contradict myself by continuing to write

and most importantly 

and highly needed....to fall sleep.

Forgive me for this utterly weird post.

Like anything in life, 

You have to have bad ones to enjoy the good ones.

Peace out my friends, 

XOXO

That was a rad time...

"Life is not measured
by the number of
breaths we take but by
the places and moments

that take our breath away."
                                                - Anonymous

To all those far and near

 who have contributed

to making the past 5 weeks

dreamlike,

thank you 

from the bottom of my heart!

XOXO

I'm back!