cansada

estoy cansada ya de cajas!

on the plus side, I'm having zen moments where I realize I don't need anything.

My grandfather once moved to Texas, despite hating it, because he got in an argument with my aunt. Several months later, he bought a ticket to visit Florida and my mother, as a surprise to him, was going to clean his apartment while he was away.

She noticed two things were gone and knew that he was moving back - the blender and the coffee press.

She called him and said "You staying? What do you want me to do with your stuff?" To which he said "Tiralo al mar." She retorted, "The ocean here is 3 1/2 hours away."

He didn't care about stuff - just wanted to be where he felt the urge to be.