It’s taken at least a year longer than we’d expected. But Sara and I are moving overseas again.
Though we knew we’d miss Port-au-Prince terribly, when we returned to the US from Haiti some 20 months ago, at first we were happy to be home. We enjoyed the luxuries of electricity around the clock and uninterrupted hours with family for the first time in two years—one spent in Vietnam, another on the western third of Hispaniola.
But our joy at reuniting with old friends and familiar places, only lasted for 6 months or so, and finally, after a year of sabbatical and periodic assignments researching and writing about poverty housing, ones Sara completed from home, we were aching to get back overseas.
Now—8 months after that—we’ve nearly taken to running laps around our Lexington living room—longing for new responsibilities, ones not so near the confines of computer desk and comfort called Kentucky. Kroger and Trader Joes offer an abundance of luxury grocery products, but we prefer to purchase fewer processed and pre-packaged items. We don’t need so many options when it comes to onions, napkins, Corn Flakes, kale.
We long for markets that are open-air, not quite so tame—less regularly-rowed and rigidly right angled. The grid was great for the short-term. In the long run, we wanted wild. We craved the crazy of a wider world—thick with options and deep with possibility.
So my partner Sara and I are selling our home—a downtown, Victorian version of domestic bliss right in the heart of race horse breeding and bourbon brewing country.
Yes, you read that right. Sara and I are moving from Lexington, Kentucky to a town of similar size but different altitude—not to mention latitude.
We are moving to Cuenca, Ecuador—high in the foothills of the Andes, far from American abundance and sometimes greed.
We’ve secured the income necessary to live in Latin America whether or not Sara has an assignment, as Ecuador itself is highly affordable by US standards. Our house here will go on the market. We’ll study Spanish. We’ll sell everything but books and art—both of which we’ll ship to Ecuador. (I’ll pray my father’s FBI file arrives before we leave.)
So, stay tuned for weekly updates on our progress toward departure. We hope you will couch-surf with us via laptop and wi-fi to the wildness of Incan highlands and attempts to untame my more domesticated American way of life.
We are reinventing yet another event horizon. This time it’s Ecuador. This time it’s the American in me, leaving the land of chrome, the high-tech of touch screens.
Have you ever used a move to reinvent yourself? What questions do you have about our upcoming adventure?
Note: I’ve been working nearly around the clock in an effort to prepare our home for listing—some nights staying up till 2:30 am and getting up to begin again only three hours later. I’m going days at a time without even checking my email or Facebook—unheard of behavior for me. It’s been an incredible sprint, since we can’t move until our home sells. Please be patient with me. I’ve read nearly no posts in several weeks. But I DO hope to update my blog weekly, so I can keep you abreast of our progress. I love and miss you all.