Two weeks of fun and laughing and amazement as my 50+ mother made up for her lack of travelling in her twenties by shlepping around the himalayas, camels, and the taj mahal... All with her backpack firmly strapped to her five-foot-nothing self. And now she's gone and i'm alllll alone.
and not an email in my inbox.
hello?
*
i said i wouldn't cry when she left, but just a few tears slipped out as her taxi drove away.
I really have been away a long time.
I'm such a suck.
1:29 p.m. - 2001-03-11
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