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i saw this photo on frida's blog the other day

i loved it for many reasons. one, because frida is so cool in such an approachable, relatable and attainable way. i love how she is just fine to sit and be alone; chin pointed out, almost daring you to join her and ruin her satisfying solitude.
two, because i have actually been to this restaurant (!) and completely forgot its existence until i saw this picture. it was such a rush of memories. first recognizing it, placing it, then a mental slide-show of it.
i was there years ago with a boyfriend who was suffering from homesickness after we had been travelling for many weeks. we drank terrible margaritas or some concoction and ate an even worse version of tex-mex.
it got me thinking about being homesick. i am not sure i ever get homesick. for home anyway. i never did as a kid. quite the contrary...i loved being away from home. but that is another post or blog even, entirely.
i do long for places and people though. i am just not sure where or what to call home anymore. when i am back "home" where i was a child (parts of it anyway), i often vacillate between basking in the comfort of the old and familiar and waves of sadness for what is lost, never to be re-found. i guess that is homesickness altogether. wishing we could go back to what no longer is...wait, isn't that nostalgia? that makes me sound so old...