I do believe there is someplace for everybody. Costa Rica is the place for me now. Though I love to come and visit friends and relatives, it seems that little Central American country has me wrapped around it’s finger for now. Most ex-pats make a trip home every year to reconnect and see family, shop, and possibly get a break from paradise. Costa Rica is wonderful, but getting away from even paradise gives me the ability to stand back and ask those same questions as to why I live where I live.

I try to imagine jamming Addison’s little limp legs into snow boots, and I can almost feel a panic attack coming on. Just that factor alone keeps me in Costa Rica. Then of course, there’s those wonderful nannies. It’s a shame the Western world has priced itself out of help for mothers. We need it. We deserve it. There’s more to life than being a mother. Costa Rica gives me a tad more of a chance to break away here and there and work, study, and develop myself as the person I can be here on this whirling orb of ours.

So good-bye to the old and hello to the new. For what is new will be old again. I guess then I’ll have to pack up the kids, and the blender, and peas, and stuffed animals and return to ask those same questions all over again. Because didn’t someone once say: Where ever you go, there you are. After it all, I’m still following myself no matter where I go.