Almost Home (Sort of)

Almost time to go home. Except somehow this city feels more like home. It tingles along my skin like electricity (but maybe it is just the building rain storm). Eduardo today said I dance like an Argentian, that I never lose connection.

Later, I met kikki for a last coffee before I leave this time. We talked about the pulse of the city, how every movement from pedestrians to taxi drivers is part of a dance. We talked about heart and connection. I've been looking for that connection for such a long time, and here I've found it. So we discussed what I would do to earn a living, preparations for leaving Victoria, places to live, and how to keep connections with our children. All like it was already decided. And maybe it is.