I have to trek all the way around the building to check my mail, but I live at the place I put down as my permanent address.
You see, when the future is open to any possibility, when you can go anywhere, do anything, when you have no responsibilities or commitments, you think you're free.
For me, at this moment, it takes more courage to jump into a known than to jump into an unknown.
It's not the most exciting period in my life, and I think people are a bit disappointed when they ask what adventures I have going on, but if they want adventures, they can go have their own. I'm starting to visualize a future with routine and roots, and I'm visualizing it without a trace of dread. I think this is growing up, and I think I like it.
Translation of the cover image: "By the zephyrs (breezes) rocked by the birds sung in a wide valley nestled among hidden flowers Heredia, my cradle..." This was painted on the side of a building (beats me if I remember where) in Heredia. It's not like Heredia has poems painted on every street corner, but I… Continue reading Heredia, My Cradle