Torn - torn between living this life in paradise surrounded by strangers - alone at the beach and so aware of that. Couples abound, groups of friends laugh and talk, glasses are raised. Salud!
Knowing that at home in Canada my children and grandchildren are sharing tobaggan parties and weiner roasts with their grandpa, but grandma is far away. Missing my son's last hockey game in Ponoka - an important night for him and I am not there to share it.
Torn - so much distance and space between my life here and there.
Valuing my friend Reta, my neighbors in Mexico, my children at the school where I teach English, and new friends. But we do not share history. Only my family and friends back home know that. And at moments like these I miss them deeply - longing to share some of my life with them.
My casa - so beautiful - where I am peaceful and content. The weather is perfect every day. And yet I still long for the deeper connection so missing in my life.
Fun to dance, to laugh, to walk , to meet - tired at the end of the day, but still alone.
Yes ... this is paradise, but here on the beach where the waves crash and the sun shines brightly, today, I am torn.
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