When I have friends back home I'd rather talk to about it all. Friends who don't wrap their responses in any flavor of woo or give me metaphysical lectures. Or expect me to emote a particular way.

Then I get to work and my boss' wife says good morning to me and sorry about my dad and gives me a hug and my eyes just fill with tears.

I'm just venting at a convenient target. It's all water under the bridge.

While I've had fun on this trip... I'm also a bit homesick. I miss my partner. And my cat. And space for myself.

Oregon by next week. Mom and I decided to spend the last few days in an old family vacation spot, one where we went when I was a kid. For the sake of memories.

Particularly when the thing is grieving and introspection.

My Uncle's wife means well, but I think she was expecting me to be more emotional and share my feelings and confide in her... Even though I literally just met her. Which. Is not me. I'm not going to be emotionally vulnerable with someone I don't know...? I'm a reserved and emotionally private person... That is my nature (a quality my dad also had).

And to expect me to be so open with someone who starts conversations with astrological declarations is honestly asking a lot. Maybe that's very "Gemini" of me. Idfk.

What a strange vacation... More of a convalescence I guess?

Dad passed away when I was two days into it. Then I arrive at my uncle's with kiddo and she's getting over being sick... Then I get sick.... Then my mom joins us and she gets sick. Ugh.

Kind of weird to be in a nice place and feel so miserable. Plus I feel bad about bringing the plague. CHILD! PLEASE REFRAIN FROM PUTTING YOUR HAND IN YOUR MOUTH. ugh

Then the air is just so dry here in the chaparral valley...