I am visiting family, my Texas family, including my parents and others. I am alone, packing a small bag, about the size of an overnight bag. The others have gone shopping in the city or at a mall – some big place with plenty of stores. It’s not close by, and I am thinking perhaps I should have gone with them, as the plane leaves tomorrow.
I am on a group vacation with my daughter Muriel and a group of young people. (I’m pretty sure I’m young, too, part of the group, not a chaperone). We’ve been there for quite awhile, and accumulated a number of things. There is a main room to our place, it’s more like an apartment, and we have rooms for sleeping – mine is apparently shared with Muriel. At one point I go into our room to change tops. I don’t even close the door, I just get out of the line of sight – no one goes into a private space without asking. Once changed I join the group again.
We are being taken away. I am a young woman – actually the age tends to vary, but mostly young, in my 20s. I have a male friend (boyfriend?) and he has his things in another place, so we hug and say goodbye, each hoping to see the other again, but we have no time for long goodbyes, we have to each do what we can to get on the ship in time. I watch him leave, a certain pang in my heart, hoping he makes it.