After months of thinking, debating, making lists, worrying, and keeping myself awake at night with a knot in my stomach, I’ve come to a conclusion. Perhaps it’s something I knew all along that I’d do.
The story behind this choice is long, one that started two years ago in Philadelphia when I got the offer to go to Brazil. I won’t go into all the details now, but suffice it to say that the whole ordeal, in Goldilock’s words, feels “just right.”
Maybe you can understand why the title of the blog might be difficult now, considering this move might just be for a very long time.