B-I-N-G-O

Our good friend, Maria volunteers for the Lion’s Club of Costa Rica and this year they decided to hold a BINGO gathering in order to help raise money for things like wheelchairs, crutches, food and other essential items. Costa Ricans love BINGO and I have to admit…now I do too. You can win anything from an entire chicken to eggs to mattresses to nice candle holders and even money. Heck the last time I played, I won some tupperware and a lotto ticket. Anyone that knows me can tell you I am all about playing the lotto. Not only do you play, you get to eat good Costa Rican food too. And as Gringos, well we always get the funny stares because it is not a Gringo sport. The only downfall is that the grand daddy money prizes are always at the very end so usually my ass is killing me by the fourth hour of playing. It is something I will definitely miss though.

The packed Mercado where BINGO took place.

Maria Bonita hard at work.

Our duds that didn't win us jack!

Even Lola had too much BINGO.

It was a lot of fun and I commented to Rob how sad I was knowing it was the last time we would be playing Costa Rican BINGO for a long time. We only have eight more days until we leave for the United States and each day seems to get a bit harder. I have butterflies in my stomach because I’m excited to start a new chapter in our life, but I also have moments of extreme sadness because this has indeed been our home for the last three years. A lot of mixed emotions so I’m trying to just take them all in rather than push them aside.

Three years ago I came down here without a care in the world. I was ready for change and thankfully I had a guy in my life who was willing to take that leap of faith with me. But going back has been a much more thought out process. We have a child now and she depends on us to make good decisions that will benefit her. I don’t want to live a “fly by the seat of my pants” life anymore. I want stability and security. I want Lola to know where her home is and living in a hotel does not feel like home. I know moving back is the right thing to do. We had fun on our adventure, but now it’s time to build a stable life for our little girl. I will have a lot of fond memories of Costa Rica and I’m thankful for the opportunity to experience living in a foreign country with my parents so close. But now I can’t wait to start my own family traditions in our very own home. Rob always says “Sometimes you have to travel far away from home to know where home is” and I whole-heartedly believe this. I thought home was where my Mom and Steve were…and it always will be, but now I’m a mom, I have a husband and my home is the tiny Mediterranean place in Butler-Tarkington. It may be small (unless any of you can get us on Extreme Makeover Home Edition?!!!), but it is exactly where I want to be. It is our home.