On the Road Again

Posted on June 4, 2017 by Karen moves to Mexico

I can’t quite believe it either – we’re driving north again to get one last load of stuff. Business stuff this time – our bobcat and scaffolding so Grant can do some building. And my BBQ and Christmas stuff which didn’t make the last load. We have combined it all together with a graduation in Tepic, a wedding in Penticton, a visit with my sister in Squamish and our daughters in Vancouver, time with family in Regina, and a work retreat in Moose Jaw. And if we have to drive through Mexico, we decided to add a few vacation days and check out some new territory. So this is a combination family/vacation/work trip and we will be gone about a month.

Our first stop was to say goodbye to the kiddos at the orphanage. On Thursday when we told them we were leaving, they were not happy. Samantha just mostly glared, “you said no more Canada, you said you live in Bucerias now”. Yes but we need to visit our daughters and our parents. We’ll be back, we promise. We hugged and kissed goodbye and reminded them to be good for the English teacher sub Luke. We will be back – this is our home now.

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After driving 2.5 hours through crazy winding mountain roads, our first stop was Tepic for our friend Diana’s graduation from Vanguardia – a Bible school connected with La Fuente church. After spending so much time every day seeing children and teens who seem to have so little hope, it was refreshing and emotional to see a room full of young adults passionate about their futures, all of them eager to start internships where they will care for others and live out their faith.

This 113 km trip takes almost 3 hours because of crazy roads and crazier drivers

We then headed to the historic center of Tepic to start the vacation portion of our trip. We hadn’t been in Centro 10 minutes before we were pulled over by the police – who knew you couldn’t turn left at any corners?

Good morning view from my bed

Today we are heading to Guadalajara – the adventure begins! We are taking a different route this time so we can see some new places. Some gardens and waterfalls and historic towns. Some Pueblos Magicos – magical Mexican towns. Stay tuned – you know there’s going to be entertainment along the way!

2 Mamas, 2 Boys, 2 Showers

Posted on June 2, 2017 by Karen moves to Mexico

I have been to 2 Baby Showers in the last month. I love both of these mamas – they represent totally different parts of my life here and I am excited to welcome both of the little boys that will be arriving any time. The showers – and the life stories of these moms – were completely different and yet surprisingly alike.

Marthita and her husband Gregory are pastors at the church we attend – they are some of the first friends we made here and their children Elly and Gady are excited to welcome a new baby brother. This baby was not easy to create and he was so loved and wanted before he even was conceived. The ladies at the church planned this fun garden party and it was just a beautiful evening with delicious food and baby boy decorations and lots of gifts for little Mateo.

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Last night I attended another shower – this one for sixteen-year-old Ibet who is also about to have another baby boy. I say ‘another’ because Ibet is also mom to 3-year-old Kevin. The first thing that struck me is that we played all the same games as we had played at Marthita’s shower. I guess these are traditions. Considering I was the only English speaker at this shower, it was a relief that I kind of understood what was going on as they were wrapping toilet paper all over Ibet, writing on her face with lipstick and taking away nametags whenever anyone crossed their legs. They had done all the same things to Marthita at her shower. Although I had pretty halting conversations with the other young moms and their children, we laughed a lot and I felt like I was welcome, although maybe not totally accepted. I think they weren’t quite sure who the heck I was or what I was doing there – but Ibet had invited me 4 or 5 times and I knew it was important to be there to support her and Kevin and the new little one. It is not going to be an easy road for this young family and I struggle every day to know how to best help them. For this week, a few tiny blue clothes and a stroller which will double as his crib is what my heart told me they needed. I could be wrong. I just hope they know they are loved and can accept that they are deserving of that love.

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A few more weeks – 2 more little boys in our world to love.

Happy 99th Birthday!

Posted on June 1, 2017 by Karen moves to Mexico

Happy 99^th Birthday Puerto Vallarta! One of the things I love best about my new country is it’s love of parties. Mexico really loves to celebrate, and although I look around and see a lot of problems, I also see a lot of singing and dancing and joy. Any excuse to turn up the music is a good excuse – and you can imagine that a 99^th birthday is a REALLY GOOD EXCUSE!

Although we don’t live in Puerto Vallarta, we are close neighbors and last night we headed down to the Malecon to celebrate the city’s 99th birthday with our friends.

The streets were packed – thousands of Mexican families and gringo tourists singing and dancing along with Celso Pina, the famous Cumbia singer. My new favorite music! We were lucky to find a table at an open window on the second floor of a pizza restaurant overlooking the Malecon and the ocean – a perfect view of the band and the fireworks, with room to dance while we ate pizza and sipped sangrias. It was a great night with great friends and I can’t even imagine what the 100^th birthday will be like!

Feliz Cumpleanos Puerto Vallarta!

Be Bold – Daniela is my ‘WHY’….

Posted on May 23, 2017 by Karen moves to Mexico

2017 is almost ½ over – unbelievable! I told you about my words for the year “Be Bold”. I have thought of those words often and they have given me courage many times. I tend to analyze decisions – a lot – and I have convinced myself on many occasions to stop thinking so much – just be bold and do it. Recently I was reminded of the ‘why’ behind those words.

We met Daniela in 2011 – she was 5 or 6 then. She was the friendliest, smiliest little girl and we connected right away. Every time we returned she was waiting with open arms. I remember the first time Team Restore came to work at the orphanage. Daniela followed us around with her little notebook writing down every English phrase she could find – t-shirt sayings, backpack logos, shoe brands. She really wanted to learn English. At some point – I forget just when – she told us she wanted to be called Dani. I have noticed that these children often shorten their name or start using a middle name – I wonder if they are trying to establish some type of personal identity in the midst of an uncertain life.

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Reunited Dec, 2016

Eventually Daniela left Manos de Amor to move back with family – I think with her grandmother. We didn’t see her for a couple of years and then this past Christmas she came to spend her vacation at the home. We reconnected in a big way – as if no time had passed. My biggest worry is always whether our presence in the lives of these children is good, knowing it may be temporary. The days we spent together at Christmas assured me that love is good – period.

A couple of weeks ago a volunteer invited the children to a restaurant for pizza and Daniela (yup – she is back to being called Daniela now) was invited. We were so excited to see her. And I couldn’t believe the shirt she was wearing. Be Bold. Seriously. She was wearing a shirt that said Be Bold. As I looked at her it was as if she was my own personal billboard reminding me of the WHY to all this

Yes I want to be bold because life is short and I want to have adventures and experiences. I want to live life fully. I don’t want to hold back out of fear or insecurity. But Daniella’s shirt screamed at me that it is because of little people like her that we are here, that we are stretching ourselves so taut that some days I fear we will tear. Not just for Daniella but for all of them. They are my WHY. Daniella – and her shirt – was my reminder.

A Crappy Week? Or a Great Week?

Posted on May 21, 2017 by Karen moves to Mexico

No point lying – this week was difficult, with more bad situations than good. Or at least that is how I felt at first. Bad things always take more of our attention, more of our energy, more of our focus. If we’re not careful they will settle in our hearts and become larger than they need to be. That was my test this week. Was it a crappy week or was it a great week with a couple of crappy moments? I mostly failed the test, but when I sit here and think about how to recap our week, I remember we had a lot of great experiences too. So for the sake of being real I will share some of the bad stuff – but no need to dwell on the details:

We had some stuff stolen and lost some stuff – the golf cart keys, Grant’s phone, a watch, a big tub of bungee cords from the back of the truck. Aargh…..
I didn’t feel so great. I had an ear infection and pink eye – painful, plugged ears and red, goopy eyes.
We had to take baby Alison to the hospital twice – she had a bad flu and seems to have an allergy to milk. The pediatrician tried to convince her 15-year-old mama that she needs to nurse the baby but she’s embarrassed to discuss that. She’s 15.
We first began the process of importing Grant’s trailer full of tools in September. We have hit roadblock after roadblock. Months of bureaucracy. Come back in 3 months. Bring more papers. Bring different papers. Pay more pesos. We finally made it to the final stage of getting the actual plates but needed one last inspection. We took all the papers – stamped by every imaginable Mexican department – to the inspection place. And then….. No. The serial number on our Saskatchewan registration form does not match the serial number on the paperwork done at the border in Nogales. WHAAAT??
Doomed inspection

In all these steps no one had noticed that the trailer manufacturer had placed 2 VIN stickers on the trailer. Saskatchewan had recorded one of them. Mexican had recorded the other. And they don’t match. “Okay but senor, you can see both stickers are there. It is clearly the same trailer.” No sorry – you will have to take the trailer back to the border and start over. Have you ever seen 2 gringos stand and just stare blankly at a Mexican official – no language, no emotion. Just unbelief. Our only hope is that he said to come talk to his supervisor on Tuesday – maybe he will have a solution?

BUT, we had some fun too. Yesterday we went roller blading AND boogie boarding. One afternoon we took the golf cart and the Bucerias map and drove up and down a whole bunch of streets and neighborhoods we had never experienced before. Everywhere we went people waved at us and children ran alongside our cart. We found new restaurants, new tiendas (stores), new potholes and speed bumps and dirt piles.

Friday we bought a piñata for little Kevin. Last week when we picked up Jose, his little 2-year-old nephew Kevin kept saying he wanted a piñata. I have no idea where he got that idea from but he was very serious in his request. So I told him I would bring a piñata on Friday when we came back. Of course, I promptly forgot my promise and on Friday morning Grant reminded me. My first thought was “Oh, he won’t remember I said that”, but after Grant gave me the look of incredulous shock, I remembered how important it is for these children to be able to trust our word and to be able to depend on us. So we went piñata and candy shopping in a little shop in San Vicente. The only piñatas they had were far bigger than Kevin but I filled that giant Spiderman with a pile of candy and we delivered it to Kevin. He was so excited – I expect Kevin has never had anything given just to him. In a few weeks his 16 year old mama will give him a brother and he will have even less for himself. We couldn’t stick around to play with him as we had to take baby Alison to the hospital but before we drove away I saw a whole bunch of 2 year olds – most with few clothes, no shoes, droopy diapers – gathering to have their own piñata party in the dirt.

Last night we had good friends over. I grumbled about our week. I think I whined. But as we sat in our candlelit garden sipping coffee and eating cake, I remembered that I really love living here and believe I am placed here for a purpose. I don’t love everything that happened this week, but I know that every good thing comes with opposition. I believe in spiritual battles. And I believe in being bold in spite of it all. I believe that this week Kevin needed a piñata and that Alison needed to get to a doctor. I believe that 12 children will have better lives because they learned a couple new English words and were kissed on the forehead by Maestra. I believe in the Good Shepherd who leads me through the valley and to the still waters on the other side. So I just step out in faith and say “This was a good week”.

Who Follows Signs Anyway?

Posted on May 14, 2017 by Karen moves to Mexico

One of the things we love about Mexico is the more relaxed and fluid attitude about almost everything. Except for driving, things just move slower here and matter less. Manana is real. Sometimes that can drive us crazy. Our insurance agent told me three times in the past 2 weeks that she will call me back in 5 minutes. I am still waiting – and I suspect she had absolutely no intention of calling me back. People don’t mean what they say and rules are meant to be ignored. The up side is that we can get away with a lot and we feel a kind of freedom that you won’t find in Canada. On Friday we decided to take our golf cart into Centro to find a burger, which meant going the wrong way down the highway lateral for a block. Meh. No one cared and a woman on a motorcycle slowed to let us pass with a big smile. We then drove right through the middle of the market stalls yelling “permiso” so that vendors would pick up their chairs and move out of our way. They just smiled and waved us through. I can’t even count how many traffic rules we broke, but the burger made it worth it.

The trick is to figure out when ‘they’ mean it – we have been given tickets for not wearing a seat belt (fair), for going through a yellow light (come onnnn), for driving too slow (what?) and for speeding (we weren’t – and the electronic speed sign RIGHT BESIDE US proved it).

Here are some signs around our neighborhood that don’t seem too effective:

No Littering – or you will be punished

No Parking – Respect my space and I’ll respect your car

No Tenting sign – right beside the tent

No Passing – on the double solid yellow line.

These photos below come from videos I took of stop signs a block from my house – neither of these cars even slowed down. I don’t even know what that sign on the right is for – it is in the middle of a block and there is not a crossroad there at all.

And these aren’t the only unheeded stop signs in the Bay. Last year approximately 20-30 new stop signs were installed in Nuevo Vallarta – I have never seen anyone stop yet.

Of course some ‘signs’ are useful for finding what you are looking for since addresses are completely useless here. This church used what was handy to point the way!

Of course, directions to important places are important!

Emergency signs don’t always translate well:

Only porpoises can use the phone?

Warning at the Zoo…. “Hello Giraffe, please meet my hand….”

But you don’t always need language to get the message:

No flip flops for construction workers on this site

Warning signs are always good but unfortunately this DANGER: Do Not Use sign was only at one end of this sketchy bridge and we saw it after we had crossed over.

And finally, this sign is just an irony I laugh at every day. One of the main reasons we moved was to get away from Canadian winters. Well now I live on Calle Invierno: Winter St. What are the odds?

Happy Mexican Mother’s Day

Posted on May 10, 2017 by Karen moves to Mexico

No, I’m not early in wishing you a Feliz Dia de La Madre – here in Mexico Mother’s Day is always celebrated on May 10^th, no matter what day of the week it is. Our observation so far is that this day is celebrated with:

Flowers
Cake

While we were at Costco waiting for our battery to be tested (nope it was no good so they gave us a new one) we watched all the carts go by on their way out the door. The place was packed with Mexicans (usually it’s mostly Gringos at Costco) and there was a constant lineup to get out the door. Well over 90% of the carts had at least one bouquet of flowers – most had 2 or more. And more than 80% had a cake. Flowers and Cake in almost every single cart. We also saw a lot of tables set up in the streets selling bouquets and the street vendors at every stop light were doing a brisk sale of their roses. Tonight as we drove home from our evening with friends, we saw families with tables set up in the streets, laughing and listening to loud music. And eating cake.

Feliz Dia de las Madres!

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A lot of flowers and a lot of cake!

Mexican Mother’s Day Dinner with my Mexican children

Saturday Night Is for Dancing

Posted on May 1, 2017 by Karen moves to Mexico

We have settled into our routine – although it is still pretty flexible and I intend to keep it that way. I work at my desk in the morning – answering emails, planning programs, balancing budgets. Grant putts around in the garage – fixing stuff or making stuff – inevitably needing some part he will never find. Our afternoons are spent at the orphanage – teaching English 2 days a week, and being silly the other 3.

But Saturday is for experiencing Mexico and on Saturday nights we often jump in the car with our friends and head to one of the nearby towns to hang with the locals in the town square. There are 18-20 towns in the surrounding area and every one has a town square with a raised bandstand and colorful flags and ice cream vendors and taco stands. Each town has a specific night in which the community will gather in the square to listen to music, dance and visit with their neighbors. Grandmas and Grandpas dance together while little children run among them. Old men in cowboy hats sit in circles telling stories and teens flirt with one another. Although Grant and I are often the only gringos in the square, we are welcomed as though we belong. It is fun and we stay until the band stops playing at 10:00. 2 weeks ago we spent the evening in San Juan de Abajo and last Saturday we were off to La Cruz de Huanacaxtle. I am a terrible dancer, made only worse by the Mexican quick tempo music and the realization that everyone around me was born with the rhythm DNA that my white parents did not have. Grant is worse. But we have fun anyway and we feel like we are becoming part of the fabric of our community. Map

The town of San Juan de Abajo

Fresh, hot Mexican Churros – tastes just like a mini donut at the fair

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As we head into summer months, the demographics have shifted drastically. Most Canadians and Americans have now headed home. Many shops and restaurants have reduced their hours or closed completely. It is sinking in that we are definitely not here on vacation. As we walked into one empty Mexican restaurant, it’s owner asked “What happened, did they leave you behind?”.

“Nope – we live here now. We’re locals”. Best. Words. Ever.

El Dia de Ninos – Kid’s Day

Posted on May 1, 2017 by Karen moves to Mexico

In Canada, we look forward to Mother’s Day and Father’s Day – a day for children to express love for their parents. Mexico celebrates those days too. But every April 30^th since 1925, Mexico has also celebrated Children’s Day, El Dia de Ninos. It is a day – a few days actually – where everyone stops what they are doing to honor children. We noticed that even in the poorest neighborhoods, homes were decorated with balloons and children were hauling around bags of candy. I spend a lot of time with children here and I tend to see all the things that are wrong – poverty, disease, lack of decent education and medical care and shelter. But when I let myself relax a bit I also see a country where family is important, where children are allowed to play with abandon and where laughter is loud and common.

This weekend we celebrated Dia de Ninos twice – once with the children of Casa Hogar and one with the children in our community. Because Natalia’s birthday fell on Thursday and the children had Friday off school, we had a combined Birthday/Children’s Day party. Natalia and her brother and sister live at Casa Hogar during the week to help their mom who works at night during the week. She is young and had her first daughter as a very young teen. But she loves her children in the best ways she can and they love her too. On Friday, she brought a giant pot of pozole and a cake for all of us to share. We played some games, had a dance party and eventually filled up the water balloons for a giant water fight. It was a super fun day for the children and the grown-ups too.

Natalia’s mom (top) brought delicious pozole for us all to share

Water fights and dancing party – yup I was soaked too!

On Sunday night, the local church had a community Dia de Nino’s party – over 300 children showed up to play games, eat hotdogs and cake and watch a bunch of Trolls tell them that Jesus loves them. We picked up Jose to come to the party and while we were waiting at the house his 3-year-old nephew Kevin gave me the ‘look’. The ‘please don’t leave me here while you take Jose to a party’ look. “Do you want to come too Kevin”. Giant smile. His 16-year-old pregnant mom gave me a tired smile and a nod. So Kevin came for his first big outing with us. I don’t think Kevin has been out of his neighborhood often and he clung to Grant and I as he tried out the activities. I have never seen a child ravage a hot dog like that and by the end of the evening my dress was literally dripping with green juice, snot, and catsup. Once I asked Grant, “Do I even want to know what I feel dripping down my leg right now?”. Twice he wiped out on the play structure hard enough to make most children cry – instead Kevin got up and kept going, not wanting to miss a second of this new freedom.

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Kevin’s first adventure

Hanging with my buddy Lucio

Obviously, I still worry about the children in this country. Every day Grant and I get up and we work to find ways to help the children in our lives experience futures with hope and opportunity and possibility. But this weekend we put that all aside and we joined with our community in celebrating these little people and the simple lives they live today. Feliz dia de los ninos mis amigos!

Another Trip, Another Travel Nightmare!

Posted on April 26, 2017 by Karen moves to Mexico

Maybe it’s me. Or maybe it’s just this month. This April travel just does not seem to be my friend. After arriving back in Bucerias, I threw a few clean clothes in a suitcase and headed to the airport to make a trip to my other favorite Latin country – Cuba. Every year I take a team of Canadian divers to this beautiful island to train at a sports school in the city of Matanzas. This trip is part of my job that I am now doing from a distance and it is the first time I have traveled from Mexico to Cuba. My flight took me through Mexico City to Havana and then it was up to me to find a way to get to Varadero which is a 2 ½ hour trip east. I had done a lot of online research, but the answers I got were muddled at best. I had given myself a whole day to get there so I knew I would figure something out – and it would be an adventure.

It was 2:00 am by the time I finally checked into my hotel in Havana – in order to keep costs down for my employer I had chosen a REALLY dumpy hotel. That’s definitely not happening again – it was pretty nasty! But the front desk guy was very friendly and very helpful. Well he was friendly. I asked how I might get to Varadero the next day and he enthusiastically told me about the bus that comes every morning between 8 and 10 that would take me to Varadero. No I don’t need a ticket. Just be in the lobby at 8 and give the bus driver my name. Well I gave my name to many bus drivers the next morning between 8 and 10 – every one of them looked at his list and said “nope, you’re not on it”. Finally at 10 the bellman asked to see my ticket since it appeared no bus was coming for me. “I don’t have a ticket – the desk guy said I don’t need a ticket”. Oh you definitely need a ticket. And you have to walk a block to the tour office to get that ticket. So off I went to buy a ticket. The tour operator informed me there were no more buses that day. But if I walked another block, the other tour operator might have an afternoon bus. Okay – another block. Another “no”. No more buses today.

I walked back to the hotel and begged the bellman to help me find a taxi to get me to Varadero. It was a good thing I had checked into the cheap hotel because I was about to blow my budget on a taxi. By noon I was in the back of a tiny car headed to Varadero with some taxi guy – and the rate wasn’t even that bad. I relaxed – for about 2 minutes – because that is when the torrential downpour began. Of course, being as the car was ancient, there was no working defrost and the windshield was rapidly fogging over. Taxi guy reached over to the glove box, took out a tiny scrap of red fabric and began to wipe a hold just big enough for him to see. The car bucked around in the puddles and I actually laughed out loud. I am going to die in this little car and not a soul in the world knows where I am. Of course, I didn’t die – it was a long 2 ½ hour rainy trip but we made it and I gave taxi guy a good tip for risking his life for me and my crazy life. Although I had planned to do some prep before the team arrived, the rain kept coming and finally I just went to bed and slept for the next 15 hours. It had been a long month.

Team Sask has arrived!

The week was amazing as it always is. I love watching our Canadian divers connect with the Cuban divers. These Cuban children all come from extremely poor families. They have been chosen because they have shown potential in their sport. They live in the dorms of the sports school and train every day. Some go home on weekends, many are too poor or live too far. They have almost nothing and I love how generous our team has become. Every year we bring many extra suitcases of things to share with the divers – clothes, shoes, toiletries, and school supplies. This year we brought 85 pairs of shoes, 40 bathing suits, and a huge pile of other clothes. The coaches and divers at the pool were thrilled – many of them only own one set of clothes or shoes and they had a blast looking through the piles with our children to pick out what they wanted. They didn’t really care if the shoes fit perfectly and the boys were just as excited to get a girl’s shirt or pair of shorts. It was a good teaching moment for our team and I know it is always a highlight of their week.

Sorting our donations – a LOT of shoes!

The children line up to get one piece of chocolate from Coach Laura

It is not just our divers who love the Cuban children. As always, while our athletes were training, I was hanging out with my Cuban friends. Some of them I have known for years. Roberto and I have had a special relationship since my first trip and this time he told me he now has Facebook and Instagram and he gave me his email address so we can stay in touch.

Besides training almost every day, we also did some fun things. We went boating and snorkeling one day, went to Varadero to listen to some Latin music one night, played in the ocean or pool most afternoons, had a fancy team dinner at a Japanese restaurant on our last night, and finished off the last day with a 3 hour Amazing Race Scavenger Hunt all over the city of Varadero. This was the 6^th time Team Sask has done this trip and this was the first year I didn’t even have to open the First Aid and Medicine kit. The athletes trained hard and played hard and we all had a blast.

Team Sask Cuba 2017

Final Team Dinner – the coaches and I were presented with flowers!

The team headed back to Canada early Sunday morning and I again had to find a way back to Havana to catch my plane on Monday afternoon. This time I bought the correct ticket from the correct tour operator and hopped on the correct bus back to Havana. I had booked a slightly better hotel this time and they upgraded me to a beautiful suite. I had a wonderful quiet afternoon by myself – sitting by the pool and reading, sipping the best pina colada I have ever had, eating a wonderful lobster dinner in a fancy restaurant for only a few pesos, walking a few blocks to the ocean and exploring the surrounding neighborhood. I relaxed and processed all that had happened over the previous month. It had been a wild ride and I couldn’t wait to get home and start my forever life in Bucerias. I missed my husband terribly and was worried the Manos de Amor children would forget me.

Final morning of exploring in Havana

Finally I was at the airport ready to board the plane back to Mexico City. But then – nope – it’s delayed. By at least an hour. Which meant when I arrived in Mexico City I had already missed my connection to Puerto Vallarta. When I went to the Customer Service desk she already had my little package printed for me – boarding passes for my flight the next day, hotel voucher, lunch voucher, dinner voucher, breakfast voucher, taxi voucher – a LOT of vouchers. And I burst into tears. I was DONE with traveling. I wanted to be at home. But not tonight. Instead I spent the night in a hotel in downtown Mexico City by myself. Somewhere I have never been and may never be again. Another adventure.

Good thing I can still laugh!

Another opportunity. Another laugh out loud moment as I realized the craziness of what my life has become and just embraced it all!

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