My Choice

Those who know me well know that I have spent a great deal of my life traveling. I don’t know what possessed me in 1980 to leave a comfortable home, family, friends and boyfriend to travel to Honduras to teach a “Prevention of Blindness” program in a country I did not know, a city I could not even pronounce and a language I could not speak. My cousin Mary Jo always said it was my Hungarian gypsy blood that motivated me.

This move began a 25-year span of moving every 3-4 years.  Moving in and out of the US and to different countries with three small children in tow. I enjoyed it and I miss it.  So after 10 years back in the US in the same place, I decided it was time to move on.

I am grateful for the opportunity to have experienced staying in one place for so long and being more involved in the community, making friends and being able to participate in so many great activities that the USA has to offer.

But life moves on and circumstances change.  Sometimes we just become stagnant in our life. When that happens we can choose to stay in it and be unhappy or you can choose to move on and I chose to move on despite some of the comforts I had.

Growth is painful, change is painful, but nothing is as painful as staying stuck somewhere in life where you are not growing or appreciated.