"Don't stress over the right decision, make the decision right". I read this recently and thought how true it is for me, and I was reminded of it when I read what you wrote here, Ros. It's so true in your case too!
Love this. I moved to Spain when I was 20 thinking I'd be there a few months and eventually ended up staying for nine years. The letter my mum gave to me when we said goodbye still reduces me to a grizzling wreck almost 40 years later. X
oh yes, I totally understand what you mean, but the stiff upper lip came into play and we were all smiles in the end. Thanks for commenting ting Steven.
Querida, yes, the sob and the garden and the maddening check-out queues (queues to stand in line for more queues) and the TRAFFIC! I was in Maracaibo, Venezuela, definitely NOT a capital city, and I spoke Spanish fluently but not THAT Spanish (yes they are different).
One of the other hardest things was coming home, trying to find someone who understood how you could leave half of yourself one place and half in another. Or grope for a word in your own language that only exists in the other.
You took me back! I miss it so, and yet am so thankful to be here (for all the reasons). Mil cariños.
Thank you so much, Sarah, you do indeed understand, and yes of course I am sure you are thankful to be where you are, especially now, and my heart bleeds for Venezuela. Abrazos
I share many of the feelings you express so well, Ros. Giving up one life for another seemed so simple back then, when a plane ticket from MC to Washington state seemed very doable. That was before I started earning pesos instead of dollars!
"Don't stress over the right decision, make the decision right". I read this recently and thought how true it is for me, and I was reminded of it when I read what you wrote here, Ros. It's so true in your case too!
yes indeed, thanks Frances, you are so right, you should know! you've been in Mexico a lot longer than me.
Love this. I moved to Spain when I was 20 thinking I'd be there a few months and eventually ended up staying for nine years. The letter my mum gave to me when we said goodbye still reduces me to a grizzling wreck almost 40 years later. X
oh yes, I totally understand what you mean, but the stiff upper lip came into play and we were all smiles in the end. Thanks for commenting ting Steven.
Querida, yes, the sob and the garden and the maddening check-out queues (queues to stand in line for more queues) and the TRAFFIC! I was in Maracaibo, Venezuela, definitely NOT a capital city, and I spoke Spanish fluently but not THAT Spanish (yes they are different).
One of the other hardest things was coming home, trying to find someone who understood how you could leave half of yourself one place and half in another. Or grope for a word in your own language that only exists in the other.
You took me back! I miss it so, and yet am so thankful to be here (for all the reasons). Mil cariños.
Thank you so much, Sarah, you do indeed understand, and yes of course I am sure you are thankful to be where you are, especially now, and my heart bleeds for Venezuela. Abrazos
I share many of the feelings you express so well, Ros. Giving up one life for another seemed so simple back then, when a plane ticket from MC to Washington state seemed very doable. That was before I started earning pesos instead of dollars!
But here we are, and no regrets!
Thank you, Susan, yes things were simpler back then and I'm so glad you have no regrets, you've been here a lot longer than me!
Very beautifully put, Rosalind. That resonating sob - I felt that.
Thank you Wendy, so glad it resonated with you...!
Beautifully expressed
Thank you, Mike, so much!
A lovely post, Rosalind. And a good choice you made for sure.
Thank you Jeanine, and of course I know you understand