I never cared for hi’s and goodbye’s.
In Hispanic culture, when you walk into a room, the custom is to greet everyone individually. If you’re invited over for a family dinner and there are 25 people there, everyone gets a kiss on the cheek. Even the uncle with beer breath and questionable hygiene habits.
If it weren’t such a social taboo, I’d walk in with a wide wave and big smile, say “HEY EVERYBODY!” then make my way to the buffet table.
Goodbyes are worse. You have to go around and hug everyone and dodge their guilt trips about leaving too early.
You guys are going? The party’s just getting started!
So sorry, my son is beat.
:: Toddler leading a dance party in the living room. ::
I’d rather give a quick hug to the person I’m talking to and sneak out the door.
This, dear reader, is my half-assed excuse for my four-year absence.
The truth is that I had intentions of blogging. I considered writing posts about my time in LA, about my move back to Florida.
But I was too busy enjoying the honeymoon phase of marriage. And 2 months after we said I do, I was pregnant with our son.
Why would you care about tales of changing diapers and adjusting to life as an American again?
I used that as an excuse to stop blogging. But if I’m going to be 100 with you, the idea of giving internet trolls unfettered access to my marriage and parenting gave me cold sweats.
As a nomad and expat, my confidence was unwavering.
As a wife and mom… not so much.
The internet can be a mean place. Everyone who puts themselves out there has to deal with an ugly tribe of haters.
I let the fear of judgment overcome my desire to share.
So I just stopped writing. I stepped into my new future without a goodbye, without even a glance back.
I owe you an apology. I’m sorry.
I hope you will rejoin me on a new journey.
There are a couple of fun things I want to share with you.
The first is that we are leaving Miami and heading back to Medellín. Not permanently. But for a few months at least.
My husband and I are at a crossroads. We love living in Miami but we’re not making the kind of money we’d like to. So we’re moving back to Colombia while we figure it out.
There are major perks of course…
- We get to live rent-free in his parents’ apartment.
- And of course, an endless supply of arepas.
When we started talking about relocating for a few months, I decided to take the time to figure out what I really want to do.
And after a dream exercise (more on that later) I admitted to myself that I want to be an author.
The most fulfilling feeling I’ve ever had was getting published in print.
So I’m going to write a book about starting over.
When I first started traveling 10 years ago, people thought it was easier because I was young and had no responsibilities.
Now I have all the trappings a normal 32-year-old has… a family, an apartment, a car, bills, etc.
And I’m giving it all up. My dreams are bigger than bills. And if there is any single message I want to impart to the world, it’s that it’s never too late to start over.