Back in the Saddle Again
I guess we’re back to apologizing again for taking so long in between posts. It’s been kind of crazy lately since we all decided to move on. Our roommate Hester moved out in December and is currently traveling Costa Rica with her friend from the UK. She returns home in February, very tanned I’m sure, and not looking forward to the cold. And my brother, our other roommate these 6 months passed, has moved back to Kentucky to finish his bachelor’s degree and become a teacher.
So that leaves Rob and me… As most of you know (assuming our readers are mostly friends and/or family), we have officially moved back to the States. We just moved into our awesome little apartment in Lakeview, Chicago, and we’re starting the whole honeymoon period all over again. Things couldn’t be going better right now as we’re falling back in love with our country. Our little slice of Chicago is beautiful and clean and filled with bars, restaurants, specialty stores, groceries, and shops. And we are so excited to be here.
So why the move, the indecision, the secrecy?
When we first made the decision to leave Costa Rica, we also made the decision to move to Spain. We began planning and looking for jobs and apartments in Barcelona and Madrid, thinking that it would be easier to hide our non-work-permit-having selves in a big city. I emailed some American English teachers I found on a few web advertisements over there and asked them about our prospects. They were bleak, but not hopeless, so we decided to go for it. But at that time, we didn’t know about all the things that were working behind the scenes to pull us back to the States. Blocks kept popping up unexpectedly, and our search for a way to get to Spain easily wasn’t going as we’d hoped. In the end though, our decision to move back home just boiled down to everyone in the world getting married. In chronological order, we have the weddings of Aaron, Mark, my cousin, Rob’s cousin, Rob’s brother, and Dennis to attend - all by October 2010! Had we gone to Spain, that would’ve been too many flights for our tight budget. We also had an issue trying to move the cats to any other country from Costa Rica since it is not on the list of rabies safe countries (apparently the U.S. doesn’t care as much as Europe about things like that). And last but not least, we also really missed our friends and family! So it just became easier to come back to the States and figure things out from here.
Why Chicago? Basically for the public transport and to be close to my mom. Since we sold our cars and have no money to buy them back, it had to be a walkable/public-transportable city. And I’m a momma’s girl, period.
So there you have it. You’re all caught up. We’re here safe and sound in a very cool one bedroom, happy to have a place all to ourselves again, in a really cool neighborhood in a really cold city, and very thankful for everything we’ve learned from our Costa Rican experience. We can’t wait to see what this chapter of our lives brings and what else we’ll get into before we grow up.
- Meg














































