My neighbor is moving to Costa Rica. Seems exotic and foreign to me — leaving the safety of a known place and community for the unknown. And doing it at retirement age: just two married people who know only each other, holding hands and jumping into the unknown.
They have two college aged kids, becoming adults, who are staying state-side, I believe. “Keep up with me, kids,” they seem to be saying. Hmmm… it goes against everything safe and familiar that I know right now.
Time was when I would have/could have done such a thing. Now I think about it, dream and wonder if I will have a second wind — maybe when my kids (9 and 6) stop being so darned cute and needing me… maybe when I am not so tired from making and keeping a home for my family and serving as taxi-driver when I am not executive chef, maybe when I can dream clearly and willing to let go of all those relationships I treasure in this community…
I am testing out these thoughts as I begin this new blog. Surely I will find my own Costa Rica. But does it have to be so far away? Or is that the point?