Fridays are always insane and stressful but you can't beat that feeling that at the end of the day, it is still Friday. This was a good one...a boy's basketball game after school (and a visit from one of my favorite former students, in the yellow, who transferred in October) and then manis/pedis with Quinn and Jenny. We also went to another delicious little Mexican restaurant (I might only like Mexican food, can you tell?) called El Nuevo Mexicana (2914 N Clark) where the nachos were TO DIE FOR, the tacos decent, and the margaritas the best I've ever had. A lovely night, which I needed very badly.
This is also the day that I found out on the way to school that my Great-Uncle Bob had died. It's always amazing to me how little we can predict the depth or reaction we have to grief... I have not seen Uncle Bob in a long time and yet when I got to school and one student asked how I was, I lost it. I dreamed Friday night of Anna Maria Island - my favorite place, to which I have not been since my Nani's funeral in August of '09. Anna Maria is my favorite place in the world and since I was a child she has belonged to me - and I to her - in an unexplainable, uncanny way. Always, in times of great spiritual unrest this is the setting of my dreams. I need a return trip and quickly, as spiritual unrest has been the way of the past 6 months for me and the immediate future looks no different... I need to start healing my heart if I ever hope to be able to re-grow into the girl I was.
Spring break, anyone?
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