Purpose is the driving force of my life: I have always moved with intention, intensity, even a voracious deliberateness. Like others, these tendencies are perhaps now supercharged by the confluence of griefs, losses, and existential crises of the past few years.
Which is all to say, I’ll be catching up to the experiences of this past month for the rest of my life: celebrating my 10th wedding anniversary with my love in La Ciudad de Panamá (& 16 years together this Aug.), finally bringing my kids to Colombia to spend time with family, celebrating my father’s 75th with a mariachi band, my sister’s birthday, seeing where my grandparents were born and grew up outside of Medellín, the school where my tías went, the square where my papi played marbles, taking in the breathtaking food, the mountains, the old city in Cartagena, the laughter, charisma, and joy of a home I’ve spent far too long away from.
I feel more rooted than I have in a long time. My kids finally feel connected to one of the sources of who they are.
I can’t wait to get back.
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