Yep it’s true, corporate America almost killed us both but we escaped. When we moved for Kurt’s promotion nearly five years ago we thought that life was swell. (Swell is a term my oldest uses prolifically and sarcastically and I find annoying). More money, new house and new life in North Carolina. In the beginning everything seemed to be going well but as time went on I began to have an eerie feeling. Then one day, nearly two years later, I get a call and the world stopped for a moment. He had been laid off. Oddly enough, that week he had an appointment for an annual check up. His blood pressure was at stroke level. Some seriously concerned nurses started reacting very quickly. Then an another appointment to check his kidneys. They couldn’t figure out why, at his age, his pressure was through the roof so they put him on meds.
We had to make some serious decisions. Stay or move. What kind of work. He was burnt out on IT and really wanted to do anything else. So we moved back to Colorado and he started driving a truck.
Driving a truck was enjoyable for him but it was hard on family life. So he changed it up again and started back in IT. In customer service. Answering phones. If you’ve ever met my intelligent well mannered husband you’d know he absolutely loathes phone work.
Meanwhile I decided to pitch in some. Little extra money and a discount on Christmas presents never hurts. Actually, it did. I’ve worked long hours before and I’ve done some very physical labor. This was different. During the Christmas season I started working freight for a company that starts with a K and ends with ohls. It first was one or two nights, then three or four. Finally for a few weeks I was working five overnights a week. That’s when I went from not just sleeping through the day to waking up with pain in my arms. As a massage therapist I knew I had to get blood flowing and muscles relaxed to release the pinched nerves in my neck and shoulders. I’d begin wiggling my hands then arms. Doing some self massage on my neck, shoulders, and arms. This would be hilarious because if it was still too early to wake up I’d have my eyes closed trying to remain in that half awake mode.
Then it got worse. My sweet husband noticed my hand was blue. Some stretching and moving around would eventually cause it to return to normal. I’d noticed that when I worked three nights in a row this would happen. But sometimes three nights in a row would be the only work I’d get for the week. So I continued on with a little complaining on the side.
Hating his job but willing to do it because it’s a job and pays money. It’s not that good of a job. It’s not that good of pay. Then we got an out. A possibility of a new life in a new country. A possibility of Pura Vida.
More relaxed way of life is a small yet significant reason we decided to move to Costa Rica. He wants to be more laid back and I’m totally there already. Stress has a way of making decisions for you. When life becomes too stressful, action needs to be taken. If we continue on this path our bodies would give us even larger indicators of the need for change and we both didn’t want any more health issues.
So we’re moving to Costa Rica in search of Pura Vida. And we’ll continue to dream about Italy and plan our future adventure together. I’m hoping that we’re successful in our endeavors of teaching English and that we can relax more, eat healthier, and enjoy each other for a long time. After all, we are barely in our forties and we have so much life to live, adventures to have, and experiences yet to be.