The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

- Robert Frost

the 1 less traveled by

A move to Nicaragua

Everyone making themselves at home and enjoying the patio.

Moving In – San Juan del Sur

During a day trip to San Juan del Sur during our few days staying in Managua, we drove by our future home to check out the location. The doors were open and so we decided to politely ask if we could see the place and introduce ourselves to the owner who we knew was currently staying there.  He was very nice to invite us in and give us a tour.  It was great to see the place in person since we had been told that the pictures did not do it justice.  The place was beautiful and we eagerly anticipated our move in date.

The owner decided to vacate a day early so that we could move in on a Monday before Kharron had to start working later that morning.  We officially moved to San Juan del Sur on March 9, 2015.  I frantically unpacked, yearning to ditch the suitcases and finally hang up the clothes I spent the last couple months packing and sorting. I put new “Princess Crown” sheets on Azalea’s twin bed and unfolded the canvas storage bins and stuffed them with toys and dress up clothes.  I wanted Azalea to feel at home as soon as possible.  I needed the Mommy-guilt to melt away along with the undeniable stress this move has caused me. After months of packing and even longer of planning, I craved a place that felt like home.

I would say we settled in quickly.  I met up with Kharron’s mom who had moved into her place a couple days before, and strolled the streets of our new “downtown”. Kharron’s mom has never missed an opportunity to travel and when we told her of our plans to move, she jumped at the chance to join our adventure for 3 months. Over dinner we took turns dipping our toes in the water of the bay while the winds cooled our sweaty, relaxed bodies.  Yes, this is someplace I didn’t mind calling home.

 

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