My Promised Land

Costa Rica. The Rich Coast.

From wince, I was a wee child I have loved this wonderful country. My passport had been stamped many times before I was ten years old traveling back and forth.

I stayed in Costa Rica during the summer I turned 11 and cherish those memories to this day. When I was older my friends and I would take trips there to revel in nature and relax in paradise.

My dream has always been to go back for good. My grandparents have been there since I was born. Once my grandpa took me to a Fourth of July party for all the ex-pats and later in life I realized that is the community I identify with the most. Being a stranger in a strange land.

A few years ago, I was given some acreage by my grandparents and I can feel my dreams becoming reality.

What is hilarious is, much like Moses, I have not stepped foot on this land. I have only been up to it.

Hopefully, unlike Moses, I won’t wander in the desert (Texas) and die before I get there.

Two Christmas parties ago (that is how I measure time), I told my boss at SUCCESS I would not be living in the United States in the next 3 years. So I have a little over a year to make this dream happen before I have to fall on my sword.

That being said, if anyone has any web work they want to send my way, you will be funding an amazing cause by giving me your business. I plan on setting up down south. Currently, I work side-jobs on pretty much an email-only basis. I tell you the clients that I have and the technology that helps us connect and for me to work is a beautiful thing that I am eternally grateful for.