Still won't forget it. That bus ride from Mindo to Quito. The blurring scenery. The last bus of the night. Knowing I was leaving Ecuador. Knowing that I was going home to my weak grandmother. Knowing that I'd likely never return.
Talked to an old man in Spanish. He told me about the restaurant he had opened. He used to live in Quito, but "no hay amor."
Dreamed out the window. Missed home. Missed my cats. Missed normalcy, but knew there's no such thing.
Watched a couple flirt, laugh. Looked at my reflection in the bus window. We drove on.
Highways at night to Quito...