I returned from Rosario to find myself floating like flotsam and jetsam in a new circumstance. Jacey stayed in Buenos Aires to care for Stanley and to host her Chilean Beau, who had come to woo her for the weekend. Needless to say, there was a lot to catch up on. She regaled me with the horrific details of Stanley’s digestive system. She also made the executive decision to terminate her romance with her Chilean Beau (whom we shall now refer to as the Chilean Jerk). And then, we were rushing to get out of our awful apartment – apparently our landlady had been verbally threatened by the Norwegian neighbors, which was a blessing, since she empathized enough to not charge us for breaking our six month contract.
Now I write you from a small corner room in a high rise in a new side of the city. We are renting month by month, and Jacey has decided to return to the States to begin nursing school preparations. I support her decision, but I am scared to be so staunchly on my own. For now, I will just try to enjoy the fact that I can open my windows again and actually see the sky. The lights of the storefronts and the speeding cars pan out beyond me, and wherever they lead looks like it is worth exploring.
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