So I moved to Costa Rica...

As many of you may or may not know... about a month ago I quit both my jobs, packed up an enormous backpack and skipped the country. This was not a last minute decision, though it may have seemed otherwise to some. I had been thinking/planning this sort of adventure for about three years since after college I knew that I needed to go live somewhere else so I could 'appreciate the things that I have always had'.

After three years of working in a bar (the one and only, Finnigan's Cove) and working in a daycare, I decided I needed a location that included people that were generous and giving despite having nothing, a teaching certificate and if possible a beach. After stumbling onto a particular website involving being certified to teach English as a second language, I quickly began working on a plan. My first thoughts were Spain, since I had been there before. However, after looking into other places this certification was offered, I fell in love with Costa Rica. I knew nothing of it other than what I had read in books or on the internet. So I made the leap and paid for the class. Finally I had a plan. Next step was quitting my jobs.

Okay, so quitting my jobs turned out to be pretty easy initially until it was time to leave and I could feel the panic both from myself with having no income and others with me leaving them the responsibility. However, just as I knew they could... my people have come through with flying colors. So now on to the fun stuff...