Quite the maelstrom of change has been a-brewin’ for the past couple of weeks.
As of this week, I am a stay-at-home-mom. My husband and I work for the same company so we both turned in our resignation together 3 weeks ago. My husband will continue to work until the last possible day while I run around the island tying up loose odds and ends. Why, you ask?
Our family of 3 is finally leaving Curacao and heading back home to the states.
This has been a long time coming. I’ve been here for almost 2.5 years while my husband has been here for almost 5. We both initially thought that we would have been home this past February but life has a way of throwing you curve balls, right? You gotta duck, roll and sometimes, just let it hit you. Repeatedly. Whether you like it or not. We would have preferred not but sometimes you have no say in the matter.
It’s bittersweet to say the least. I’m going to miss the beauty of this island, the amazing people I’m blessed to have befriended, and the unique feeling of being in the Bermuda Triangle. What I mean is, it feels strange when you feel like you’re on vacation but you’re not. You expect to head home the next day and there were times when I would wake up in the morning and be surprised that I wasn’t waking up in my bed in LA.
I am blessed to have had this experience. Who can say that they’ve lived in the Caribbean? My former boss and mentor, Rob helped me choose this path. Years ago, he sat me down one day and told me to live. He doesn’t regret his marriage and settling down but he always regretted not taking those risks. The road trip across the U.S. that he never had the chance to do. Travels to and fro without the responsibilities of a married man and sole breadwinner. He told me he could see that I was settling too early for a job that I hated. Just like he had. He didn’t want the same thing for me. I literally put his advice into action just a few months down the line when I first visited the Caribbean.
What life can bring. Good or bad. You gotta take that call.