This was the trip of the reconciliation. Reconciliation with myself about the fact that we might never go back permanently. That my children won't grow up with Spanish as their inner language, the one you speak to yourself. That they won't play rayuela or canicas at recess, and never master the balero. It may all sound silly but it's the little things I miss, not to mention nuestra familia. But I have come to terms with that. I love my life right now and I see a bright and sparkly road ahead.