A year ago, I wish I had known how quickly everything can change. Because nine months ago, I made the most impromptu decision of my life.
I didn’t know any Spanish. I quit my job in Chicago, and I didn’t want to teach anymore. I’m not sure I could have found Guatemala on an un-labeled map. But on the Fourth of July, I received a job offer to come and teach in the mountains of western Guatemala.
My brother and I joked about how patriotic it was to leave the United States on the Fourth of July as we got on a plane to Dublin. I’m terrible at sleeping on planes, so when we landed in Ireland at 4 AM, I was ready for bed. So naturally, we walked a few miles to our hotel carrying heavy suitcases, and then climbed a giant hill. Crabby and tired and conflicted about the job offer in my inbox, I sat at the top of the hill and snapped photos of grass in the bright morning sunlight.