I’ve barely started writing this post, and I find myself getting very emotional. Last Friday, February 18th was the 10 year anniversary of my move to Cancun. I will never ever forget the day I left Chicago. With my cat and a boom box as my carry ons, I pulled myself, bawling, away from my circle of friends. As I walked away from them and towards my new life, in my head I was screaming, “WHAT ARE YOU DOING? TURN AROUND!” The people on the plane asked me if I was alright and handed me tissues as I cried and cried. It was almost like I knew that I would be gone for 10 years, and that I would probably never live in Chicago again, even though my tentative plan was to move to Mexico for one year.
I did in fact return to Chicago after about one year, but it was all wrong. It was great to be with my friends again but Chicago and I had both changed. Besides, winter was coming! Brrrrrrr! I returned to Cancun after 3 months.
Even though it’s no secret that I would now prefer to be living in the U.S., I wouldn’t change a minute of my time here.
I gave birth to my son…this is the number one best thing that has ever happened to me in my entire life.
Welcome to the world my love!
I lost two babies before I had my son…difficult and heartbreaking beyond words.
I met Papi and we got married…what a ride it’s been!
Mi Cubano y yo.
I got my heart broken…more than once.
I became a singer…a lifelong dream, achieved! YES!
I got fired a couple of times, once from a treasured singing job.
I have made some great friends. You know who you are. I love you.
I’m not exactly sure why but I lost a great friend too. I still love you and I still have our memories.
I learned another language…my grammar sucks, but I am fluent. 🙂
No regrets baby. I wonder what the next 10 years will be like? Bring it on…I’m ready!
