You may have noticed a significant drop in my posting frequency in the past year. You may have also noticed that I’ve been living and working in Minnesota this past year. Correlated events? Yes.
I could use the excuse that relocating and adjusting to a new job has kept me busy. But really, I’ve been doing that about once a year for the past several years, and still went on adventures and posted about them. The difference now is that my life in Minnesota is much less exotic. I walk around lakes instead of up volcanoes. I shop at Target instead of markets full of exotic produce. I pay for car insurance and utilities instead of snorkeling trips and hot air balloon tours. None of this stuff seems particularly adventurous or post-worthy.
Sometimes life here is comforting. But sometimes, it’s crushingly mundane. Sometimes I look forward to really settling into a long-lasting community. But sometimes, I feel trapped. Sometimes I’m relieved I don’t have another move coming up in my immediate future. But sometimes, I ache to know new places.
In a word, I’m torn.
My desire to put down roots and feel more connected has been growing in recent years. Family health issues, my current employment, and the housing market all aligned in such a way that it made sense for me to buy a condo, which I did this summer. So in many ways, I can now call Minneapolis home, more than any other place I’ve lived as an adult.
I also went to Guatemala this summer. I feel like I blossom – realmente florezco – in Latin America. The more open, flirty and fun side of me comes out to play. That version of Estephy gets lost in the daily grind of “real life” in the U.S.
So I decided something when I was in Guatemala. Well, maybe not so much a decision as a quiet sense of knowing: I’m going to move abroad again. I have to. It’s in my spirit. I don’t know where, and I don’t know when. But I know it’s going to happen again… sometime. I can feel it.
While I’ve been busy putting down roots, I’ve also ensured that those roots still have room to stretch. My job at the U permits a year of leave. My condo association allows for rentals. And THAT, my friends, gives my wanderlust hope.