Decision Time

March 26, 1987: I see the writing on the wall. No, Argentina has not really worked out for me. In spite of my Tia, whom I love very much, in spite of the adventure that being here has signified for me, I feel that it is practically over. There is no Plan B, nothing to fall back on. And yet I must make a decision. Something in my circumstances must change because everything else is changing. It has changed and I feel like a fool for not changing with them. Maybe this awareness means a change. Maybe it is part of my transformation and I am still growing up. I am not even trying to think of Luis. He is and always will be important, but he is not here with me. He is not sharing my life and I am not sharing his.