I’m not in one spot for long these days. Different neighborhoods, different neighbors. I moved a few days ago. Not far, but elsewhere. I had been in a place where the main feature was running water. The new place has a pool, a gym, and a hot tub. It’s surrounded by embassies and a huge central park.
Crickett was enjoying herself in the tiny backyard in the previous place, chewing on grass and experiencing rain.
All of this moving around begs the question: When am I coming back?
Hell if I know.
Nearly everything is beautiful, and excitement is nearby. The government is far less corrupt than the one back home. The food is delicious. The weather is often perfect.
I like it here.
This feels like the ideal place to grow into myself. And that will take time. I’m using this as the perfect opportunity.
I’m rich in friends here. They’ve taught me so much. I’m learning more about my own country here than when I was stuck in the middle of the propaganda aura. There are different ways to do things, and some of them are pretty great.
I’m in no rush to leave here.
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