New week, new home. New beginning. Last week marked one year in Guatemala for me. It was a year of excitement, growth, new friendships, and a lot of learning. Also a lot of trying to figure out what I had really gotten myself into living here.
I see now that although I traveled extensively, I grew up in a happy California “bubble” that I am so grateful for, but that also shadowed a lot of what the “real world” has going on.
When I came to Guatemala, I had stars in my eyes, if you will, because I always dreamed of living here. I knew I had battled through a lot (divorce, cancer, recovery, leaving family and friends, letting go of my house and my long term career to get here), and I knew that I carried a bit of that here with me.
No one really talks about the hard parts. Beyond the pretty photos. Not being completely understood due to cultural and language differences was a huge challenge for someone who has studied communication her entire life. But during that time, I also grew more than ever. I learned to force my way through difficult situations, went out of my comfort zone to make new friends, pushed myself to let go of the old “corporate” version of myself and embrace the artist that always existed within me. And most importantly, I’ve learned that what I really need to make me happy, has nothing to do with where I hang my hat or call home, and everything to do with the relationships that keep me surrounded with love and unconditional support.
For that I thank Guatemala more than anything else. I am surrounded by love. And there’s nothing better in life than that. 💗🙏🏻💗 ...