After having flown hither and yon for the entire summer, Hal and the boys and I are finally all in one place again: Kentucky. Where it looks like we'll stay. At least, that's the plan today. Or, it was an hour ago.
The original plan, waaaay back in June, when it became clear we were moving from Costa Rica, was to land rat cheer (right here in KY-speak). Then, end of September, we'd join Peggy and Brian on their move to Houston. After helping them unpack, we'd explore the Houston/Austin area, with the focus on Austin, see if that would be the permanent place. "Permanent" until I graduate from acupuncture college, at least. Then, who knows? Does any other normal non-military family roam around like this?
But we can't do it. Can't drive to Houston. Can't pick it all up and live out of a car and a suitcase for two more weeks. Can't — even if we fell in love with TX — dredge up what it takes to move our entire household again right now. Even though it's only suitcases, laptops and guitars. We are too tired and Kentucky is too beautiful. We know too many people here (starting with my entire family). We found a beautiful, old ancient, furnished, affordable house. We can have chickens and bees in our backyard. Then, yesterday, we stumbled into an awesome Whole Foods Market with incredible homemade sausage, nitrate/hormone/antibiotic free… it all fits together so nicely here. Did I mention we are too tired to move again?
The only menace in KY is snow. Perhaps "menace" is too strong a word. But it's only mid-September, the temperature was 60°C this morning and I was FREEZING. My nose was like ice. How will I survive a windchill of… anything? I'm trying to look on the bright side (honest): we only have to do snow twice. My third year of school, I'll have to move to Gainesville for the year. Hopefully, Florida will still be warm then.
Hmmm. I gotta say, now that it's all down in print, I'm thinking maybe we should dredge up whatever it takes and investigate Austin. Hate to think I'm missing out on something. The biggest downside to moving from here, where things are quasi-familiar, to moving to an entirely new area — besides being too freaking tired to think about it — is that we don't know anything about the town or anybody in it. It would be starting over from scratch. So, no. Forget Austin.
But, then again, we did it in Costa Rica. I know we'll meet people in theatre and C4L-ers and 12 Steppers right away. And Peggy and Brian will only be 2.5 hours away. And they lived in TX for fourteen years before moving to Key West. "So," I'm reasoning, "how hard could it be, really?"
See, this is how my mind works. Totally chaotic. Completely Libra: the pendulum of Justice swings back and forth, back and forth, where she stops, nobody knows. How anything gets done around here is beyond me. Literally.
So, the eagles have landed in KY. For right now. As my mind changes, I'll keep you posted. Yeah, going to be a lot of blogging going on.
Which brings me around to this: it looks like this is my last post at ABroadInCostaRica.com. The blog plan, back when I was making plans, was to continue "A Broad in Costa Rica" as "A Broad in the USA"; I even reserved the name. But, it didn’t seem right, somehow, to squeeze a round, fluffy broad into a square, unforgiving hole. Two completely different lifestyles, latitudes, foci.
And it doesn't seem fair to Costa Rica, really. Forcing a Costa Rica blog to become a USA blog? Yuck. Where Costa Rica and the adventure of living there was ripe for blog posts — breathtaking, frustrating, hilarious — the USA has little ripe. Overripe, maybe. Breathtaking and frustrating, to be sure. But there is so little fun or funny about the USA today, I’d probably have to make stuff up to entertain us all. Which I have never done here. (Now you're wondering, right?)
I hope you'll join me at FiftyToLife.com, my USA blog. I'm writing about living in the U.S., traditional food, food politics, politics, chickens and keeping the second fifty as interesting and alive as the first. If you are on the mailing list here, I will add you over there. If Fifty doesn't click with you, you can unsubscribe at any time with just a click. I'll never know, I don't follow who unsubscribes. I just figure you are nuts. Ok, kidding!
Thank you for reading what I've written so far, encouraging me on our adventures in Costa Rica. Thank you for keeping me alive while I was in the hospital. I really appreciate it. And please stay aboard with a broad at FiftyToLife. I will miss you if you go. I promise never to be boring. Or, at least, hardly ever.
Vaya con dios, mis amigos. Mas por exponer… prontitico!