I haven't written in over a month. Usually, it's not because I don't have intentions to write. My intentions just get replaced by more important things. Like brushing teeth, packing bags and snacks for school, sleep and most recently, head lice. But if I were being honest, this last month I have not had intentions to write. It's definitely not because there hasn't been anything to say but for that exact reason. My world has been spinning so fast I needed it to slow down just for a minute to catch up myself. Here is my attempt at catching you up.
We are setting off again. This time, to San Juan Puerto Rico. Men's Wearhouse offered Luis a job, with a good salary and after much deliberation we decided to take it. The hope? Puerto Rico will offer the perfect balance of Latin culture with American amenities. Considering neither of us have been there this is just a big hope? That being said, we aren't leaving Colombia for any other reason. Even with every single struggle we have had here, we were willing to see it though. Sometimes life offers different plans. This whole process has shown be that sometimes there is no right or wrong decision, just honestly, what you want. And even though we don't know if San Juan is what we want, it's worth a shot.
The pros? A short stay back in the U.S. comes with perfect timing as two of my best friends will welcome babes earth side. I couldn't be more excited. And obviously, the time with family and friends. We are also of course excited to live in another country, meet new people and have new experiences.
The cons? An eleven year old girl who stole my heart in Colombia. Frankly, I'm tired of good byes. I'm tried of making friends only to say, see you later, a few months after. I said this before we left. I said this place, Colombia, was going to be home for a few years. I said all this before. I know I've said maybe it's not in the plan for me. Maybe not for my family either, but god, I really hope we can call this place home for a little while. My little friend, Veronica, is a light in my life and a joy to my children. Vero will forever hold a special place in my heart. I honestly believe, if for nothing else, Taganga was for Veronica. Colombia will always have a piece of my heart. As well, it's taken 6 months but we finally made friends and a life. We make plans, pass friends in town, play on sports teams, share meals and weekend days. We planted roots, even shallow ones, just to rip them up again. I don't think I can take much more.
So here we are once again with an adventure before us. To be honest, this time there is not the excitement or anticipation. This time I am guarded. For my self, maybe my innocent children. Maybe for not knowing if this is it, or just another stop along the way.
All of this has made me realize how programed we are to think there are callings in life. Maybe there are, but what if it's okay that there isn't? Maybe we don't need careers or plans. Maybe we are just supposed to take life as it comes, make the best decisions at the time and never pass up an opportunity just because it didn't fit in our "life plan". I wonder how many people passed up the "once in a lifetime" opportunity because they had a 9-5? Because they had to "work on their career"? Because they were simply too afraid of what their family and friends would say? I guess if nothing else I won't have to say that. I will be able to say I seized opportunity, even welcomed it. Even at the expensive of a kitchen or water for a few months. I wouldn't trade my experiences for comfortable. Not one single one.
Anyway, I am also starting a job in P.R. and you know what? I've said 10 times in the last 2 weeks that it's a "dream job". Seriously? Sales calls on the phone from home was NOT my idea of a dream job. Yet I can't think of anywhere else I would want to be but working flexible hours from home with my children. Dream job? Maybe not for you, and maybe not the last thing I want to do, but right now? In my perfectly crazy life, this is a dream. So here we go again! Try to keep up!
-Peace and Grace
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