A year ago today, I made the decision to stay in Roatan because I’d met a guy and he made me feel like I should take a chance. I scrapped my plans to travel mainland Honduras and Guatemala. I started looking at this place in a new light, asking myself if I could and wanted to live here for a while. I sent some emails off to friends and family updating them on my plans. I started chatting with other people who lived here as if we were old friends.
And then I stopped thinking all about me.
I realized I was happy and that was all that mattered! So I started thinking in we. We spent all our time together, we moved in together, we adopted a dog together, and we created a new home and a new family for us. We’ve traveled on an epic adventure together. We’ve grown and changed and enjoyed this time together. And it’s all been completely worth it. One year later I know it was the best decision I could’ve made and I’m so happy I took a chance.
So while we’re at it, everyone keeps asking why I never name him and he’s just some litany of pronouns and descriptive words. The reason is simple: because this isn’t his blog. I’m the one writing it and I wanted to be fair to him. He never asked for his life to be thrown across the internet so I wanted to offer him whatever privacy I could while still gushing about him here. So, yes, he’s this mysterious figure lurking in the background of these pages (just kidding, his face is all over it), but I think you’ll all survive 😉