…but … drumroll please…
I’m returning to the States! Yup, family trumped the $30,000/yr+ savings potential. Wow, even typing that makes me want to cry. I miss the money already. Trust me, I will be living back overseas ASAP but I am very comfortable with my decision. Or at least I was. Check out this message my friend sent me when she heard the news:
“Have you lost your mind! A Dad for Coco is in Ethiopia definitely not in DC. The worst decision that I have ever made in my entire life was to come back to DC over ten years ago. A nightmare realized is to live here. Our neighborhood is ghetto. DC folks are mostly ghetto. It is repulsive & I hate it. You are torturing yourself to come back here. Why would you turn down more money abroad to come and suffer and struggle in DC? It just makes no sense. We shall wish you well from afar because we will never be back to this retched city ever again. I warn you now to change your mind before it is too late & avoid DC at all costs or your future happiness will be jeopardized. I have fairly warned you & no longer feel responsible if you choose wrongly. Best of luck!”
Yes, I actually got this message on my Facebook account! Um, okay, it’s not paradise but that wasn’t part of the equation. I am looking forward to having Coco spend time with her grandparents and reconnecting with old friends before we return to life overseas. And of anyone, I know how quickly two years can fly by. Seriously, it seems like just yesterday that I was running around like a chicken with its head cut off trying to prepare for this move! Well, I did feel every excruciating culture-shock filled minute but as they say the days are long but the years are short and frankly I can’t wait to move back home.