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 visiting my Mom in Eden, the town she grew up in. It’s different than I remember, a bit more modern, many more accommodations. I’m staying with her while my house is being built in another place, another town. The top floor and the roof are still under construction.