Lets start this story with a little bit of romance. I met my husband the traditional way people of my generation meet and date others, by posting highly edited pictures on a dating website of myself looking slightly up at the camera so it looks like I'm not developing a second chin. Of course, I got the normal list of single men with hobbies like collecting Star Wars action figures or people who said hello with pictures of their genitals. (On a quick side note guys or girls for that matter, if you are considering sending said pictures to someone who does not state on their profile that they are looking for $@&% pics, don't send them. No, I changed my mind, just don't send them at all. Have some respect or yourself and your genitals. Life lessons are free of charge.) Then a cute lil Latino man came along with the witty opening chat comment of "hello." We talked online for a while and that was decent. He finally asked me to dinner and said about 7 words I didn't have to pull from him like a gardener trying to pull weeds. I knew right then, I never wanted to spend another meal with this man as long as I live.
Well, that didn't end the way I expected and now we're married with two cats, a dog, a hedge hog, and two birds who actually hate one another when they are not cuddling. Along the unexpected route of marrying this quite lover of any animal with fur, total distaste for any or all small talk, and the ability to fall asleep in any circumstance in about 3 seconds; I learned he was from Costa Rica. He had come to the United States as a foreign exchange student and decided he liked it here. He also decided that while he wanted to live here, he didn't want to die here. He knew he would go back to Costa Rica after retirement and had some undeveloped land in the providence of Guanacaste. I married him because I loved the snot out of him and no man has ever loved me just as I am like he does. Having the land in Costa Rica was definitely a mark in his favor! Who would say no to a person who loves you and will eventually take you home to the tropical paradise country for retirement?
Fast forward to modern day. I'm working my jewelry full time, and Eduardo is becoming disenchanted with the medical field. At the start of October we received news that Eduardo's father was seriously ill and passed away the next day. His father was the foundation of his youth and his death effected Eduardo in ways I don't yet understand as both of my parents are still living. All of his family was back home, including his mother who is in decent health but not as young as she was when he left home at 17. The news rocked him, as news of that nature does, and left him a bit more homesick than he already was.
We talked about our current position in life that involved my ability to work anywhere and his approaching retirement in the next few years. Combine that with the fact that I'm always up for a new life adventure and he was homesick and truly was burnt out from the OR. We decided to sell our house here and build a new home and rental bungalows in Costa Rica. So.....I'm moving to Costa Rica!
❤ I'm so glad I got to meet you before you left.
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