Hello Readers and Friends,
As you may know, I have been in the United States for a month. Most of my time has been spent in a little chunk of suburbia penned in by a maze of massive highways on the East Coast Megalopolis. I have two more weeks until I'm back home in paradise. My time here has confirmed the two most important things I just said in the previous sentence: "back home" and "in paradise".
When I first moved to Costa Rica people often asked me if I intended to stay there always. "Always - that's a long time." I would reply. "I'm here now, that's all I know." The idea of home takes a while to develop; getting your bearings, making friends, learning about the area, accepting the bad with the good and finding your own little niche. I'm coming on four years of Caribbean life and I now finally, freely call it home. Will I always live there? Always is a long time...