It was a long day of travel and leaving Costa Rica was a little sad. Part of me thinks it selfish to be here. One, I didn't have the money to come, the cost hurt, but I did this to myself by choosing to be out of work (and yes, I lost money I had been counting on like everyone else whether I had left or not). So, as a result maybe it should be part of the process that I learn to rough a holiday out on my own. Ironically, even though I am now living without disposable income I still felt like a spoiled rich kid. Every Tico I know is working on Xmas, ,any of them won't be able to see their families, even their own kids, many of them have celebrated the holiday alone for years. I know it's going to be harder to leave again, the guilt (just a wee bit) of not having been able to get work yet is rearing it's head, etc.
But, I finally have the xmas feeling. Things like cold, snow, heavy hooded jackets and a ton of holiday lights definitely set the mood. But, the real feeling of being where I need to be came when I could pick up the pay phone at the airport and call my mom - a straight shot, took only seconds, I could hear every word she said and no one was waiting behind me with a screaming baby to use the phone. Now, this morning my Dad is coming over to help with my car (yeah, dead). It's good to be home.
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