In a perfect world, I would live in Chile. However, Chile wouldn’t be located at the end of the world. It would have all of its same characteristics (plus perhaps better customer service) but be located right next to the United States, specifically near the East Coast.
That way, I would be able to go home for the weekend to see my cousins graduate from high school, to visit my uncle who just got home from the hospital, to go for a walk with my dogs, to watch American Idol/So You Think You Can Dance with my parents, to watch my brother’s football games, to go for a kayak ride with my sister, to go to the July Birthday Party, to go to my cousins’ wedding, etc, etc, etc, etc.
I know I’m happy here in Chile. I like my job, I love my friends, in general I’m content. Sometimes it just hits me how FAR AWAY I am from my family and friends, from my childhood home, from my people, from my past.