Starting next week, I will be back in the States for a little while. (It’s a long story, but it involves a very anxious soon-to-be-first-time grandmother).
I never know how I feel about going back. My life in El Salvador is relatively calm and tranquil, primarily because I’m married to someone who brings out the best in me and just makes every day simple and beautiful. Whenever I go to visit my family in the States, I’m with people whom I love so much, but who tend to make everything unnecessarily chaotic and crazy, and it can be hard to get used to that. I never laugh as hard as when I’m with them, but I never get as frustrated or angry either.
Fortunately, my partner will be with me for as long as he’s able to, and my suegra will be coming to stay with us as well. That is going to be interesting, what with the cultural and language differences, but I’m still pretty excited about it. She’ll be bringing a little bit of El Salvador with her, and I’m going to need that.