It's really weird to think of home in Canada right now.
It's been 2.5 months since I left Vancouver, and the year and a half that I spent living there is a blur in my memory because it all moved so quickly.
Toronto stands out in my mind more poignantly since that's where I was before here, and that's where my mom has been.
However, as of yesterday my mom has moved back to Vancouver Island, which is kinda surreal, not sure why.
Maria Luisa arrived here on Tuesday from Vancouver, and last Friday night she and my sister met up so that Maria could bring my camera cable. It was really weird for me to think of them seeing each other, so far away from here.
I find that I often get caught up in the everyday, and while I have been homesick once or twice, it really hasn't affected me all that much.
I love San Cristobal so much, that one night I spent in Comitan I was homesick for San Cristobal.
We might go to the beach today, or I might stay here and move into my new house, at this point I'm unsure. Obviously I still am no good at making decisions.