A month ago, I moved back to Colombia.
Why Colombia again? Last year, while spending far too much time with police and criminals and almost dying a few times, I met a lovely girl who I learned I can’t live without. So I’ve come back here to be with her. I realized in the last couple of bizarre, vagabond years of my life that I need to pursue what makes me happy, not what makes me normal.
Is this permanent? Dunno. Could be. Could not. Lu finishes her Masters in a year, and then we’ll make a decision if we want to stay in Bogotá, or give SF or Dublin or Berlin or Seoul or maybe southwest Antarctica a shot. The problem with Lu is that she is as weird and curious and full of wanderlust as me — so it will be a while until we settle into true normality.