August. 2. 2012.

Holy Cow.

I am amazed that not only is it August, but it is also 2012. I am now closer to 30 than I am to 29.

I am almost three weeks into what could be my last year in Guatemala. I look around my room and see an incredible shelf of books, my awesome dog, paintings on the walls, and a well stocked 'emergency cabinet' (mom and dad always taught me to have extra TP, toothpaste, and hot sauce. Just in case.) Everything you need to claim a well established life in a place.

The longer I have been here, the more comfortable I have become. I live well here. I have wonderful friends, a great job, and the security of knowing a place well. But I still feel like something is missing. I have no idea if relocating will fill that gap or if it will be something that I will have to eventually just come to the realization that it may be that way forever.

The more you travel, the more frequently you fall in love (with a place). The more you fall in love with a place, the more you miss it and those that make that place what it is.

But life must go on. I cannot make decisions based on what will hurt the least (as I have done in the past). There are things that must be faced and must be communicated with honesty, regardless of what the outcome may be.

Going back and reading this, I sound a bit out of it. I'm not. I have just been spending time processing things lately. However, right now, I have a soccer game that I need to go watch! I have a few good friends that are waiting for me with a cold cerveza!

Cheers!

Playlist
Snow - Red Hot Chili Peppers
Violet Hill - Coldplay
Both Sides Now - Joni Mitchell