Three months being back in Brazil. Three more months to go.

Life is good, easy, perfect. No complaints, other than that I realized my ability to pick up a new language is nonexistent, which is quite surprising considering I learned Chinese.

I am happy because I am making enough money, I know how to do my job, I have a small group of friends, and my days and happiness revolve around Felipe.

I am confused and nervous because once again, I am back to square one of not knowing what my next step will be. For now, I am somewhat convinced getting a job in California is what I truly want. But will I regret leaving my easy, perfect life in Brazil? I still have so much to do, so much to see, so much to learn. But I am not getting any younger.......


Felipe and I are planning a trip to Bonito after my birthday!

And this will be me in three months, throwing a gang sign in my snorkeling gear, representing West side.  Where is Michelle when you need her...