Time to Make a Move

Hola de nuevo fans. I am back with another update to share with you all.

This blog is sponsered by dirty diapers and a lack of sleep. What is today's blog about, you ask? Change.

I am looking for a change.

I have been living in San Diego for the past nine+ years, with some time here and there in the Motherland. I returned to this part of the world in May of 2013. My immediate future wasn't clear at the time, but the goal has always been to move back to Ohio. Columbus in particular. 

Since returning, I have been able to work my way up the educational and journalism world. I have a pretty good thing going for me here in San Diego. I was also the head coach of the wrestling team for two years at the school I teach at and had a lot of success. 

I decided to resign a few months back from coaching and, while I have been enjoying spending more time with the kids, the reasons I felt I needed to leave that post never sat well with me. That along with other events have led me to realize that I have done all that I could here in San Diego and that a new adventure is needed.

Enter Ohio.

For those who don't know, Columbus, despite being named after a piece of shit human being, is an awesome city. The scenery, the rivers, the hikes, the art, the culture, the Buckeyes, the affordable housing, it makes for a great place to live. The wife brought it up a few weeks ago. She noticed I wasn't happy with the way things have been going and that I should look into jobs out there. Without thinking too much, I knew she had a point. I immediately looked up jobs out there and began applying. I bought a plane ticket and will be touching down in CBus on 7/21 late at night. It will be my first time there in 9 years.

I purposefully acted almost on impulse because the more I think about moving, the more I shy away from it. I have a good career, a couple side jobs that are fun and keep me occupied, my kids are doing well in school and their activities, and they have all their family here or within two hours. Plus my vegan brother just moved back to LA from Connecticut with a terrible hair cut and my older, odd sister is moving back to San Diego in a few weeks. 

This is a screen shot of my Pepeton talking with his Aunt Karah, Tio Pepe and Tia Nicy. If you don't know which one is my sister, she's the one who looks like she dressed up as my daughter for Halloween who dressed up like Johnny Depp.

My parents are another reason why I hesitate to make the move. They are finally going to have all of their babies close to them and here I am trying to move their favorite grandkids across the country.

But the dream has always been Ohio. An enjoyable, nice-paying job with a warm house for my babies to hide from the cold-ass winters. 

Change is scary. It's one thing leaving behind a city where you have nothing going for you. But here in San Diego, we have good jobs and our kids are happy. We would be taking a gamble. But I've always believed that happiness is found when one steps out of their comfort zone and succeeds. I have done it before and I plan on doing it again.

I don't know what life will look like in a few months. I may end up staying in San Diego the rest of my life. But whatever it is, I hope I'm happier and have peace of mind.

Take care everyone. And never forget: Black Lives Matter. Fuck ICE. No human being is illegal. Love is love.