In October, I left the love of my life. In November, I smiled through my fortieth birthday with gritted teeth. In December, I whittled my earthly possessions down to as small a stack as I could—probably around 200 cubic feet, plus a pile of garbage bags full of clothes. By the new year, I’d moved my things into my niece’s garage for safekeeping and decided to travel abroad for an indefinite amount of time. In February, I boarded a plane to San Miguel, Mexico, and haven’t said much or been back since.
Jen, this was absolutely beautiful. Somehow, you’ve seemed to articulate a lot of the feelings I similarly had around the same age but for different reasons. I connect with every word you wrote but also have no way of understanding the pain and loneliness that you went through. I do know that even though I’m far away, I’m wrapping my arms around you. I understand this journey your on. I’m on my own journey and maybe one day we can meet on the road and walk together. Love you, cousin. ~Coco
Jen, this was absolutely beautiful. Somehow, you’ve seemed to articulate a lot of the feelings I similarly had around the same age but for different reasons. I connect with every word you wrote but also have no way of understanding the pain and loneliness that you went through. I do know that even though I’m far away, I’m wrapping my arms around you. I understand this journey your on. I’m on my own journey and maybe one day we can meet on the road and walk together. Love you, cousin. ~Coco
Coke! Considering how much I've looked up to you throughout my life, this means SO, so much to me. Thank you, love you back. 🥹❤️