When I announced that we had to make the heartbreaking decision to leave the Dominican Republic, the outpour on Facebook was overwhelming. I had to read the comments in doses because the comments were so raw and loving that I cried after every one – and like an ugly cry, not an Emma Stone Oscar cry. Many of you had lots of questions and wanted to know where we were going. We had nothing to tell. No ideas. Nada. There were lots of places Husband applied, a bunch of leads and some interviews but nothing official. And then yesterday after a total of 9 weeks – that’s 2 months and a week – of absolute cluelessness as to where we would be next year – we were able to share an update. We’re moving south…
A teacher from our next school, ASFG, said, “Everything you think of when you think of Mexico, is actually from Guadalajara. The Mexican Hat Dance, Tequila, Mariachi, Speedy Gonzalez… they’re all from Guadalajara.”
I love the familiarness of Mexico; I also love knowing there will be more. Like DR, sometimes only known for its picturesque beaches and baseball players, there is so much more than just the idea of a place; there’s a whole reality. And often, the reality is better than anything you could hope for.
I’d be lying if I didn’t say that the real thought of leaving DR, still sits heavy on my heart. (Like a fat boss elephant that refuses to budge.) I’d also be lying if I said I wasn’t excited about what’s next – because it is. It is totally exciting.
It gives us a new adventure to dream about.
An idea to look forward to, plan for, and research.
It gives us a new culture to understand.
A new country to explore.
But mostly, it gives us one more place to embrace and a new home to love.
(And another update: I just learned that a friend from our original cohort at CMS will be joining us next year at another school in Mexico. Arriba, arriba! All the feels! )