A TEXT POST

Testing… testing… 123 testing…

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?