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Hello, My Name Is
Catherine. It really is Catherine.
Somehow, I landed right here. At this moment, in this place.
I don’t know; it’s like I crawled down into one hole and stuck my head up and out of another. Reminds me of the dozens upon dozens of crab holes I see in this yard and all over the beach.
Have you ever looked down into a crab hole? Me neither. Although I tried.
The hole is dark, and unless a crab is poking his head out to see who is looking in his hole, you can’t see a damned thing.
Scarier things have happened, I know, but coming eyeball to eyeball with a crab is downright eerie.
I write another blog. It talks all about my journey from the USA to a new life here in Central America. I think that blog is boring, but it serves its purpose of preserving event memories. To inform the family of our whereabouts. A place to keep the hundreds of pictures I obsessively capture.
And to help me always remember my WHY.
That WHY is one of the motivators for these essays. Why the hell would I throw away a comfortable life and move to a third-world country? I want to talk about that here, in the safety of this publication.
