It's been a busy couple of weeks since we last talked…
I read. I recovered. I spent too much time on the computer. We went to Cape Cod.
All that was nice and relaxing.
But then I took a leap. Like, a giant leap. I decided it was time to turn the chapter and return to the States.
What did this entail?
6am go to the airport
Fly all day (scary turbulence)
Rush through the airport where everyone has their hand out
Drive home fast on the highway with a crazy taxi driver
See a horse being transported in the back of a pickup truck and looking chill
Drag suitcases up my two flights of stairs
Proceed to throw everything out of my huge closet and organize it
Attend to people. All. Day. Long.
So that they can buy my stuff.
See friends and cry.
Ball my heart out at least once a day, or desire to.
Laugh like old times.
Eat one huge meal a day and pretty much at none other time.
Go out to eat and splurge on yum yums.
Do a million errands a day and feel frustrated.
Take taxis everywhere.
Lots of hugs and goodbyes.
Repeat during 10 days.
I'm not ready to talk about the details, the heartache, the uncertainty I feel deep inside. I don't know when I'll see my best friends again, how long it will be until I slurp a ripe mango again, or feel the breeze of a Pacific coast beach. You never know when it will be your last time, or when the next time will be. I sold some memories, packed up others, and some I'm deciding to throw away. But what I do know is that I'm certain it was time, this is my time to start fresh and Costa Rica provided me with the experiences I needed to prepare me for this next step. So I'm locking it away in a memory box and will peep back in when I'm ready.