Hello all. It’s been a long time since I posted anything on Renaissance Housewife. I’ve just about deserted this blog… and upon opening up the “Add New Post” page, I swear I smelled dust! I promise I haven’t been lazy, though. I’ve been focusing most of my writing efforts at Exit Normal, my new blog, as well as working many, many hours homeschooling the kids. We also took two months (from the end of September 2013 to the end of November 2013) to travel 12,000 miles across our country in our Exit Normal road trip travel trailer.
I admit I think way too much about certain issues. But, when the issues affect my kids, I feel it’s my right and duty as a mom. The digital mania that has seemed to have overtaken our world is provocative for us adults. That shiny new Apple product symbolizes a world of learning and knowledge at my fingertips (until it breaks, cracks, or otherwise stops working–then it’s crap, haha). As a writer and blogger, I work online, learn online, network online, and sell online.
When I was a child, I spent the bulk of my growing-up time in public and private school classrooms. For me, school was neither terrible nor wonderful. It was just what I had to do to get the paper. What exactly did this paper prove? That I was smart enough to not completely fail. That I was capable enough to not have a nervous breakdown before graduation. That I could follow orders: line up, raise my hand, recite the expected answer, and speak only when spoken to.
At long last, the book I first envisioned a year ago is ready for sale! This book is my dream come true and tells the story of our wake-up call, when we realized that if we’re going to live the life of our dreams, it’s now or never. So we took off for Belize for six months with our family, where each of us in our family changed even more than we ever thought possible.
Belize really, really changed me. From the way I live my days to the things I surround myself with… the people I attract and the activities I engage in… all of these have shifted. I’m transformed. Maybe it wasn’t Belize, per se. Maybe I just happened to be in Belize when I was just ready for my own transformation.
Hello Universe. Good morning on this rainy, gray Erie day. I want to ask your help with something. Well, with everything, really.
Today we celebrate our last child’s birthday. Adelena Sara, named after my mom, was born three years ago today. Sometimes I think my kids’ birthdays are more my celebrations than theirs because these are the dates I’m reminded of the gift of having them in my life.
Coming back home has been a shock. Even as early as the airport in Belize, I felt odd being surrounded by more white people than brown people. I have nothing against white people, mind you! It is just what we got used to. (Once, when the kids were in school in San Ignacio, Brenny came home in the afternoon and said, “White people visited our school today to tell us about God.” I just about died laughing.)
And if travel is like love, it is, in the end, mostly because it’s a heightened state of awareness, in which we are mindful, receptive, undimmed by familiarity and ready to be transformed. That is why the best trips, like the best love affairs, never really end. — Pico lyer
As we plan for our upcoming departure from Belize, our thoughts turn to life back home. After a six-month break, it will feel strange going back to the United States. Very strange indeed.
As a foreigner in Belize, we feel as if everyone is (potentially) out to get us. Or, at the very least, curious, wondering what we’re doing here. We do get stared at quite a lot. We feel like we stand out since we are very white people in a very brown country. Also, since we don’t know very many people, we don’t know who we can trust. We’re not overly concerned, but we’d be foolish not to consider our personal safety as we and the kids walk around town.