My heart is full and yearning. In 5.5 weeks we will board a plane to change our permanent residence. If this is news to you, read all about it here. I don’t know where this journey is going to take us, but I know it will be so different from anything we’ve experienced thus far as a family. I want to start documenting the move and keep chronicling our journey once we get there. I have a YouTube channel that I hadn’t posted to in two years. It never really took off, and we went through a lot of turmoil in the past few years that I never spoke about and didn’t want to document. I think now is a good time to pick it back up – just as a place to keep all of my vlogs and adventures. I don’t want to forget what this time feels like. Continue reading →
So we’re moving. We’re moving out of the country. We’re moving out of the country exactly three months from today. We’re moving out of the country three months from today and we have a huge house full of STUFF that we have to get rid of because we’re not taking any of it with us.
I’m not a hoarder, but back in the day I totally was. The deeper into the closets, drawers, and storage spaces I go, the more evidence of this I see. I have craft supplies that date back to my days working at a summer sleep-away camp for children with disabilities. That was literally two decades ago. Continue reading →
If you haven’t read Part I, do so here.
“Pierre and I have been to Puerto Rico every year since 2012, but being here with the kids has messed me up completely. I never thought I would be so attracted to the simple life. You don’t need much here. Nature provides it all. You instinctively go to bed early and wake up with the sun. You naturally want to be outside exploring. You don’t feel the constant hustle, bustle, and grind of having to make something out of yourself. You just live. You breathe. You relax. The salt water cleanses away your physical and mental toxins. The sunlight energizes and focuses you. I could live here. We could totally live here.”
That was my Facebook status the day before I came home to New Jersey from Isabela, Puerto Rico. People responded with comments like, “So glad you’re having a great time!” but I wrote that out of turmoil. When I tell you the trip messed me up, it really, really did. I had literally told Pierre on every trip to PR before this that I loved visiting but could never live there in a million years. I needed my city life, my cushy suburban “soccer mom” life (my kids don’t play soccer, but you get the idea). Suddenly I was having an epiphany and a passion for this PR way of life that came seemingly out of nowhere. Continue reading →
On May the Fourth be with You of this year, I arrived home from a wonderful vacation to Puerto Rico with my whole family. It was the first time our children joined Pierre and me in this yearly excursion. Normally I would’ve arrived home feeling all, “Home Sweet Home!” Not this time.
I got off the airplane in NYC and the cold blast of air hit me. It’ll be months before I see a beach around here again. It didn’t take long to be reminded that we were right back in the thick of the hustle, bustle, and grind. We stepped into the terminal and saw rows and rows of people on their phones and IPads as far as the eye could see. All the airport billboards and advertisements said Work Hard, Conference Rooms Available, Find Your Happy Place (referring to faster internet speeds). Crowds of people rushing by. $140 Uber, people yelling obscenities from cars, traffic for miles, ordering dinner on my GrubHub app during my ride home.
I’m a born and raised Long Islander. I lived in NYC for a time. These things weren’t upsetting in and of themselves. The issue was the sharp contrast it presented with a decision I thought we had made. Continue reading →
It was our three-year Wedding Anniversary and the worst of the worst had reached its climax. I found myself walking out the door 6 months pregnant, with a one-year-old son and a backpack full of pocket change. I didn’t know where I was going, but I was finished with this marriage. Pierre panicked and called everyone he knew to call – my father, our pastor, his mother. It was the latter who got in her car with her husband and immediately drove to our house. They sat us down in separate rooms and listened. For the first time, I was sharing my heart with someone outside of my home. That night, she convinced me to stay. Continue reading →