I’m going to miss the clouds floating blissfully down the road and sneaking in through my bedroom window on rainy afternoons. I’ll long to stand up in the back of a pickup, and take in the fresh air and the breathtaking views of the lake once more. I will yearn to be surrounded by every shade of green created by God’s great hand, and to be filled up to the brim with warmth as I was on those late nights and early mornings when I laid in bed listening to the rain relentlessly pound against the tin roof.
Finally, No me rompas el corazón. Suck ya poke. “Saaaaber” and “salsa.” “Danza Kuduro,” “Una Vaina Loca,” and “Give me Eerything.” Gringas. Rosa de Jamaica. Our family.