A year ago I left behind everything I worked so hard to build.
A 6-figure salary.
A loving community.
A stellar professional reputation.
The apartment I’d made a home.
The independence.
The ‘Rich Tia’ status.
That one might hurt the most.
Not because of the money. Because the money opened opportunities to share some of my world with my babies, the 3 Js.
But, I gained so much in return.
Hikes with my fur nephew.
Tuesday nights with my amigas.
Homework with the littlest J.
Long weekend babysitting with the oldest Js.
Sunday carne asadas with my siblings.
Breakfast with my aging parents.
It’s been 365 days.
Some of them have been magical.
Some of them have been heartbreaking.
All of them have been life changing.
No, I still can’t seem to get a job.
Yes, I’m still living in my parents house.
Yes, I’ve had to turn down things I once wouldn’t have thought twice about.
But no, I don’t regret it.
I’d do it again in a heartbeat.
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