When I lived in California, my average length of stay in a house was about 3 years. Even in college, the off-campus apartment I lived in was for 3 years. Both houses I owned for 3 years. But having moved to Costa Rica, I can’t seem to land in a permanent place. I’m told this is normal – that some of my friends have moved 7+ times in less than 4 years. And they have children! One of my friends moved 6 times in two years…and she’s Tica!
And so it was just recently that I found myself once again moving. This time from San Juanillo (which remember I only moved to in June) to Manuel Antonio, about 5 hours south on Costa Rica’s Central Pacific Coast. I had the option to return to Tamarindo but as I wrote previously, I really don’t like Tamarindo.
So on a friend’s recommendation, I decided to try out this new area. No longer in Guanacaste or even on the Nicoya Peninsula, I’m now in the Puntarenas Province living near the gem of Costa Rica – Manuel Antonio National Park – and just a few hours north of the famous Corcovado National Park.
I left San Juanillo for a variety of reasons – I was living in an unlocked, open-air cabina and was literally watching all of my belongings for the last 38 years of my life decompose in front of me due to mold. Every time I got into bed, my sheets were wet and my new pillows and featherbed that I had ordered from Macy’s only a few months ago were also growing mold. My allergies had returned and since I wasn’t eating gluten or dairy at the time, I could only guess that it was the mold growing on everything I owned that was causing my symptoms. Then I was robbed while I was there and my spare, new $1,000 laptop was stolen. I swear, I just hemorrhage money here. I was using the laptop for storage since I’ve run out of space on my old computer so unfortunately, I not only lost the computer but also lost all the files. Oh and the brand new laptop bag that I bought only a month before when I was in San Jose was also stolen. This was the bag I bought to replace the bag I bought last August after the bag I had brought from the States was stolen in the first robbery. Argh.
Those things along with the fact that the internet didn’t work for 2+ weeks which made it so much more difficult for me to manage my business were the reasons I could no longer stay there. I was so incredibly discouraged and disappointed but there really was no other choice. I loved it there, I loved the people and the place, and I hope someday I may be able to return under different circumstances.
So once again, a new chapter begins. I am hoping it will be a positive change as right now, I could really use a little support from the universe in helping me get – and stay – settled.