The title makes it sound basic…
But arriving to where I am this evening with the fan palm fronds crashing together at the whim of the tropical trade winds has been anything but basic. I have been planning some semblance of this since about 1996 as a college graduate: to work in an international school in South America.
This goal has centered me when my ship was tossed on the waves, has been given up as unrealistic and caught again through persistent daydreaming, and has been delayed because sometimes it’s more important to be present in the lives of others. My goal has been at times the reason to wake up the next morning, the reason to persevere, the reason for hope and a compass to help me understand who I was and where I was going.
Studying Spanish and Applied Linguistics, professional choices, personal choices, financial choices were all held to the degree to which they would facilitate or postpone the desire to bring the family with to live in a community entirely apart from the small world of bedroom community America.
For the next couple years I will be a guide in a lower elementary Montessori in the Dutch Caribbean.
Now that I am here, what will be?