I should be in Lima, Peru right now. That was the plan. Yet, I’m sitting in a lovely apartment that overlooks downtown Bogotá, Colombia. I guess if we’re talking plans, I wouldn’t be in South America at all. I would be in Florida with my mouth poised in front of a microphone, ready to read the news over the airwaves.
The cost of living in the city turned out to be more expensive than I thought. Renting a room in an apartment near the new gig in Miraflores (the super nice part of Lima) could cost anywhere from $350 to $600 USD a month. Those were definitely not the figures I came across while doing online research. Food was also more expensive in Lima compared to other Latin American countries. I started to panic about moving to Peru.
I messaged my mom on Facebook at the hostel. “I don’t know why I did this. It was a stupid idea,” I wrote while fighting back tears.
Then I found out the organization I would be writing for wasn’t set up in an office yet. I was looking for an apartment close to an office that didn’t exist.
In Lima, it felt like I was desperately trying to forge a path I wasn’t actually supposed to be taking.
I don’t have a job nor do I know a single person here, but I’m so excited and optimistic about being back in Colombia.
I’m not upset the opportunity in Lima didn’t work out. The man who was supposed to be my boss has been very understanding and helpful during this transition. I’m very grateful for his advice and assistance with networking.
Moreover, I know that the opportunity in Lima was the push I needed to make the decision to quit my job in the United States and make this big move.
For the first time in my life I don’t have a plan.
It’s very refreshing. It’s going to be okay.