I have not forgotten you, my handful of followers. I have been dealing with some health issues the past week, so my writing has suffered. But I’m finally feeling better and I have started my mango cooking spree. So get ready for mango recipes!!!
“How does one end up moving from the United States to a US territory island in the Caribbean?”
“Because they fall in love.”
Ah yes, I said it. I was always the girl who considered herself terminally single. I was the girl who thought that anyone who did ANYTHING for a man was a fuckwhit who was giving up their own dreams for another person’s dream. I was single, I was proud, I was woman. I guess I was roaring . . . more like talking so loudly about it that the sound of my “roar” would drown out my own wish to not be single. But I buried that wish deep deep down and I fucking ROARED!!
Then, I met the man of my dreams. It wasn’t a “love at first sight” type of deal. In fact it took both of us a while to come to terms with the fact that we actually were meant to be together (which is a story for another day). We were both a tad . . . icy . . . to say the least. Yes, ice roars. But in the end, we fell in love, and now all we have ahead of us is the rest of our lives. And this future together has brought us to Puerto Rico.
To be specific, his job brought us here. Offered the opportunity to start up a new company with a friend, how could he say no? My job wasn’t working out, hell I wanted a career change anyway, so I was happy to go. I stopped roaring and followed my love to a new adventure. This blog will be about that adventure, living in a place where the culture is new, the language I don’t speak, and where I still don’t have a job. And of course, any random babble that drips from my lips and/or fingers in between. So stick around, be inspired to have your own adventure. Or, in the end, maybe just realize that you already live in paradise.