Drip. Drip. Drop. My tears were dropping while dividing all my belongings in different piles:
1. has to come with me,
2. should come with me,
3. I’d like to take it with me,
4. if there’s still enough space I’d love to have that with me as well,
5. selling,
6. giving away,
7. throw away…
Drip. Drip. Drop. My tears were dropping Continue reading “Just when the caterpillar thought the world was over she became a butterfly. Good bye California. Bienvenida a México.”