I landed in Mexico City this morning. Besides some turbulence, the flight was fine. I did find myself wanting to burst into tears. This is the first time I’ve traveled since Mom and Roxy died. I hugged Maxine extra tight this morning. I left her in good hands, but I still feel guilty leaving her.
As I was in taxi going to where we’re staying, I saw some really cool street art. I know Mom would have loved it and it made me sad that I can’t show her pictures of my travel anymore. I’m just tired of the grief hitting at unexpected times. I’m physically and emotionally exhausted, but I’m determined to savor this time away from home.