In a few hours I will be leaving Buenos Aires and going to Montevideo. I haven't lived here long and I am used to relocations, yet I feel a little heavyhearted. I am taking pictures of the apartment and trying not to pay attention to all the things we will be selling or giving away. Things that I have been shipping from one country to the next for years. I have dresses from high-school, for chrissake! While looking around yesterday for the things I'd like to keep I came across these old documents. JP's picture IDs of 30 years ago, when he was young, drop-dead gorgeous and full of promises. Young he is no more or at least not that young. He is still very handsome, but in a very different kind of way. His face really tells a story now, just like the scars on his body. Leaving is upsetting him too. This will be a major change in his life. Being the naturally and unsinkably optimistic guy that he is he knows he is just in a pre-euphoric state and that after all the chips fall he will be more than just fine.

It's snowing in NYC. I am ready to go back.