After I relished in the presence of good company and good food, things quickly wound down to normal. For the past two months, I had been running at a fairly nice pace through out Peru, Bolivia, and Chile. Now, things have come to halt. I'm on hunt. A job hunt that is, and things are going slow as expected. Tonight I made the horrible mistake of flipping through my photos of Santiago, and after a very vivid dream of being surrounded by the Andes mountains, I couldn't help feeling a little tug of sadness over this weekend. But I guess the grass is always greener on the other side.
Even though I don't want to start the slippery habit of saying "My life starts when..." or "I'll be happy when..." it seems like much of my well being is hinged on this search for and finding of a job. Honestly, if I had the choice, I wouldn't return to Santiago. Texas is the place for me in this moment. I just gotta find a place in Texas.
*I do plan on updating highlights from my travels in Peru and Bolivia. In the meantime, check out my new blog for the new chapter of my life. Oh, for the lack of cowboy boots!
Any suggestions or advice for the recently repatriated expat?