Once upon a time there was a girl. She loved adventure, animals, water, and taking pictures. You could find her playing in Lake Michigan, building a snowman, or counting the stars in the Northern sky and wondering what was up there. She was a tomboy who liked to play dress up. She had a huge smile and a big birthmark on her neck. She could be perfectly happy with her dog, in the woods, all by herself. She wanted to get married, have kids, and see the world. She never thought her dream was out of reach.
I live in Mexico. My husband retired here at age 34. “That’s too young!” “How did he do that?” “You moved to Mexico with four kids?” Yes we did. It has been one of the best decisions we have ever made.
Our journey to Mexico started with a traumatic brain injury, followed by years of seizures, blackouts, memory loss, hospitals, doctors, therapists, medication, and two 911 calls. We had to accept health limitations, give up our company shares in a family business, declare bankruptcy, apply for Social Security Disability Insurance, and eventually foreclose on our home.
I say our journey started with Brad’s brain injury because if it wasn’t for that one event we wouldn’t be here. Does that make it okay? No. I would much rather have a healthy husband. However, I believe when life gives you lemons, you should make lemonade.
That is what we did. We sold our belongings, said goodbye to the people we love, and moved 36 hours away to South Mexico.
We rent, and we do not own the newest and best toys. Brad’s health is better. Our kids are homeschooling and learning Spanish. We spend more quality time together as a family, in our Bible ministry or traveling Latin America.
That little intro story is my story. This whole blog is about me, (and my nutty family). Who cares, right? If you are reading this, then maybe you care. Maybe you want an adventure, need inspiration for your dreams, or you might just like travel and photography. Whatever it is you are searching for maybe my story can help you find it. Stick around and we will figure it out together.
Sometimes dreams come true in ways you would never imagine. I cry. I complain. I get depressed. Then… I pick myself up, dust myself off, and I keep going. I chose to smile when it rains. I chose to live instead of regret. I chose to be happy. – Tina – Contact me via email at [email protected]