I’ve never been happy in one place. I need change, I need something to always look forward to. Impatient by nature, I constantly move and switch the direction of my life. If I could make an outline of my road, it would have enough twists, dead ends, and circles to leave the reader lost. I like this about me. I once was ashamed of my itch for never-ending newness. Why couldn’t I settle in at one job, with one partner, in one place? Well, that’s just not me. It’s taken me a while to figure it out, but this is who I am…a chameleon, a vagabond, a spontaneous choice-changer.
The world has brought me a mate that actually wants to keep up with me. We met, fell in love, became engaged, married, pregnant–all within 4 dizzily magical months. When I first saw him, he radiated…I actually saw an aura that matched the sunshine as he stepped through the door, and into my heart. He loved me immediately. I felt his adoration and threw my life into his.
We left our friends and family to shake their heads alongside our locked eyes. We haven’t blinked. In the last 3 passionate years, we’ve never stopped looking at each other. Our eyes gaze, laugh, often glare, but never let go. We’ve followed our son’s first breaths, smiles, pitter patters and leaps. He’s transformed from the smallest and most beautiful newborn to a brilliantly singing, shouting, springing 2 year old.
In the last 5 months, we’ve fallen in love all over again with the most gorgeous girl. She is a petal. She is heaven on earth. Before I first touched her soft, warm skin, I couldn’t imagine loving something so dearly as I did my little boy. All that doubt instantly disappeared the moment she entered my arms and my life forever. My heart instantly doubled in size, as I took in her perfect face…peering up at me.
This is my family, my home. They’ve altered my makeup. We are a living cell together, we are one.
Still moving, still changing, still growing–all together. I’ve always placed my beliefs in the quote, “He who travels much, learns much.” I translate “travel” as “change” in my own path. Staying the same is death to me. I thrive on learning new languages, cultures, and ways to live this short and rapid life. Every day is a page in my novel. When I glance back to leaf through the chapters of our days, let there be no blank pages sifted in.
So we go. We travel. We pack our kids, our livelihood, and our dreams on our back and explore this green and giving earth.
Here I am in Costa Rica–here we are. We’ve traded the scene of snow dimpling a quiet creek to a sunrise freckled by colorful birds and fanned by outlines of palm trees. It is new, a fresh chapter. My chest swells as I take in the sweet morning air. I am happy here.