A Homecoming In Five Acts

ACT I Ready to go. Get to the bus station just in time for the 10 o'clock, only to find that the buses to the airport in Huatulco aren't running. Split a 600 peso taxi with a lovely Englishman who is likewise stranded.

ACT II Spend 4.5 hours talking to said Englishman about everything from Buddhism to the 144,000. Arrive in Mexico City. 

ACT III Eat a chicken quesadilla. 

ACT IV Spend most of the flight from Mexico City to Los Angeles weeping into a giant scarf.

ACT V Finally arrive in San Diego. Greeted by 4.5 of the most excellent foxes I have ever met. 

Truth be told, I'm not ready to be home. I'm in a bit of shock. Before I left, a friend of mine said to me, "Chelsea, I think it's for good this time." I scoffed at him and said "What are you talking about, it's only a few months, I'm coming back." And he said "I know, but I think this is it." I think he was right. At this point, I'm going back to Mexico as soon as I can. If I manage to keep my focus and resist buying diamond encrusted kitchenware or other frivolous items, I should be able to make it happen. I'll miss the ministry the most. My motorbike second. A few other things too.

On the way back to San Diego, The Ballad of Love & Hate by the Avett Brothers came on my iPod. The lyrics made me smile, and then cry, and then smile again.

My vacation's ending. I'm coming home late.
The weather was fine and the ocean was great 
and I can't wait to see you again.