Last night I clicked "purchase this ticket" on a non-refundable plane trip to Buenos Aires. Buenos Aires, the 'Paris of the 1920's', the Tango capital of the world, the massive international coastal city that is quickly becoming the Mecca for artists and writers in the way that Paris was for Van Gogh, Hemmingway and Fitzgerald. After months of talk and planning, it's official. I leave this country August 4th, 2009.
There was much celebration between my mate, Thomas, and I. We even forwarded a copy of the tickets to a couple that will be living in Buenos Aires, with us, soon. I wanted to forward a copy to my mother, too, but I broke the news of my departure to her not-so-long ago, and I think the concrete evidence of my leaving would only sadden her more.
It's beautiful here, in Austin. I already miss it, and I'm months from leaving.
