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Side-by-side. The haves and the have-nots.

If I had a “bucket list” (a list of things I’d like to do or accomplish in this life before I kick it), I wouldn’t have expected “a Mexican road trip” to show up near the top, or even, on the outside margins of the page. So I was a little taken aback when Ben and I initially discussed driving the truck back to Wisconsin via Mexico, and I was all, “Are you kidding me? Five solid days in the car – two of which we’ll spend driving though the rural Mexican countryside? You say there’ll be armed military check points and they’ll search the car for drugs, weapons, and chickens? You say access to drinking water may be iffy? You’re telling me we’ll mostly eat out of convenience stores? Ben, I never thought you’d ask!”

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I’ve been working my way through a “back log” of emails (a few), Facebook updates (a few more than a few), and hundreds of Twitter Tweets I’d missed last week while Ben and I drove back from Mexico. Some of you out there may be wondering, Meredith couldn’t you have accessed that from your car on your cell phone? Actually, no I couldn’t, because I don’t have a cell phone. As in: I. DO. NOT. HAVE. A. CELL PHONE. I know there are those of you who’d be less shocked if I said, I’d lost my ability to hear and see and now solely rely on my cat to translate all communications by rhythmically rubbing up and down against my leg than to openly admit I don’t have a cell phone.

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Have I mentioned we’re staying at my Dad’s for the next few months?

Well…yes we are.

We’re visiting Wisconsin and reconnecting with family and friends.

Yes we are, dammit, yes we are, and that’s the plan.

We’re going to like it and we’re going to be happy, and if that means I have to go around squeezing the friggin’ smiles out of everyone, well so be it, then that’s what we’ll do. We’re going to be normal and we’re going to like it.

This isn’t Mexico, this is Wisconsin, and it’s all normal. Even if there are cars, or “a car”, in a tree. And did they always sell things like Snowball Blasters? Really? I don’t remember.

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