So, after the split, I was alone and I had a three month baby. And I lived in Mexicali which is near the US border and my parents were still back in Leon. I had nothing: no money, no husband, no anything. So then my dad came to get me and, of course I came home! The instant I walked in my home I get my keys to my car, a home cooked meal, and all of the benefits of being with my family again. So, every bad thing brings a good thing in life. The thing is, to take it that way. You have to always find the good stuff, out of anything, no matter how bad it looks, there’s always something good.
you have to always find the good stuff, out of anything, no matter how bad it looks, there’s always something good.
And my daughter was that good thing.
As I had mentioned before, I had planned on bringing her on a two year trip to Spain. I already had a flat rented, and was going to run to another country to enjoy what life had to offer us there. However, my family insisted I stay with them for at least a year. My parents wanted us all to move to the United States. My sisters weren’t too keen on the idea; remember they were never really as interested in travel as I was. I personally wasn’t too keen on the idea either, I was more interested in going to Spain with my young daughter and seeing the world. However, my father offered to pay for everything, so I figured, hey, if he’s willing to foot the bill for everything… then why not. So following my first husband, my entire family and I moved back to the United States to see what life had for us here. I was excited for the new experience, even if it would mean that I was delaying my trip to Spain for a year.