So after weeks of confusion and deep thinking (yes, I think deeply on occasion!) I have decided to turn down the offer to move back to Honduras.
Um, what? You don't know what I'm talking about? I can't believe that, because I tell you nosey Nancys everything! You people need to learn to mind your own bidness.
But since you brought it up, I guess I'll tell you a little bit more about it. A little over a month ago the president of the board here in the US that oversees the organization I worked for in Honduras had been trying to get in touch with me. For those that don't know, I lived in Honduras for 2 1/2 years, working for a medical mission. I will be perfectly honest and admit that I blew her off for a couple of weeks. I figured she was calling me about fundraising, or something similar, and I just don't have time for anything new to be added to my plate.
When I finally called her back, we got caught up for a few minutes and then out of the blue she sucker punched me..."The reason I'm calling is we wanted to know if you would be interested in moving back to Honduras and working for us again."
To say I was shocked would be understating it a bit. A lot of bits. Of all the reasons I thought she was calling, asking me to move back to Honduras had never occurred to me. You see, although I keep in touch with a few people in Honduras, I haven't talked to any of the people in charge for several years at least.
I was so honored that they thought of me when running through names of someone to fill the needed role at the clinic. I was also shocked to note that while I was surprised by the request, and even though I had not really thought of ever moving back there, my heart instantly leaped up and high-fived me with a 'yes, let's do it!'
Fortunately I had the presence of mind to tell her it was not a decision I could make right away, that I would need to think about it and pray about it and think about it some more. She, of course, understood. And so, that has been a great weight on my mind the last several weeks.
I'll spare you all my deliberations, but in the end I decided that while part of me would love to move back, because I was so happy there and felt completely fulfilled, now is not the time. I'm not ruling it out for the future, and she was kind enough to extend an open offer to me anytime I wanted to move back, but at this point in my life, I don't think it would be a good fit.
Besides some big ticket issues like my finances not being as carefree as when I went last time and still hoping to get married, a big concern for me was my pets. When I lived there before, I brought my previous dog with me, but farmed out my two cats, who never lived with me again. I'm not willing to give up my cats this time (or ever again), so can you see me moving down there not only with Kodi, but with, ahem, three cats, too?
So that's that. Time will only tell if I made the right choice or not, but at this moment I feel at peace about it. In a way, it's a shame, because it would have made for some awesome blog posts! It looks like for now at least you'll have to settle for the same ol' crap I always throw at you :)
|Beautiful, no? Maybe someday :)|