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101 Diveations

Work trips, my gall bladder fiasco, and life slowed me down a bit, BUT I finally completed my 100th (and 101st) dive yesterday — with the crew that talked me into doing this in the first place (minus a few who’ve moved off island, sigh).

Tradition says one should do the 100th in the buff. Um since I tend to spread my legs to stabilize, this was a better option (no faux spotted rays shocking unsuspecting free divers on this trip). Love that I’m surrounded by my mermaid pals. B52 is my handle in our scuba chat.
Pic by Mike Borgert
According to my cert, I’ll have been doing this a year on Aug 28th, sooooooo this time last year I was forcing myself to go to my skills drills. Oh my goodness I struggled. A shout out needs to go to my instructors Susie and Greg Holt of The Dive Tribe. Patient instructors who know how and when to push you are everything. I still have my panicky moments, but then a fish looks at me with a face that says “bitch, breathe and wave at me.” And, I’m back.
I can’t imagine not diving now. It’s part of my weekly routine, and I love every second of it. It’ll be such a rude awakening when I move (not yet, but one day I will have to, again sigh) and find myself far away from these beautiful waters and friends (marine and human) who’ve become home for me.
A round of applause needs to go to those who take pics. I don’t know how they do it. I struggled just keeping my sign in place while diving yesterday. Plus, lol, I get so mesmerized by it all that I’d forget to click. I’m so grateful for the shots they get. We see so much magic, including sharks, squid, barracuda, the list goes on.

This pic says it all! Happy Sunday to my peeps in Guam and happy Saturday to my peeps in other parts of the world.
Blew out an organ in Florida

A few days ago, my morning began picking blackberries alongside Oak Creek while we walked to breakfast. Later that day, crickets loudly outed our presence, interrupting the chant between pine and wind. A storm in the distance threatened to ruin our hike, but it stayed away long enough to let us enjoy all that we miss and love about northern Arizona’s woods.
I wish I could say my entire month-long vacation was as idyllic as its last days. This was the month I meant to feed my soul by whooping it up with friends and family I haven’t seen in too long awhile. It was supposed to be loaded with hiking, kayaking, swimming and imbibing all sorts of food, bevies and fun — instead I spent most of it on my back or tuckus sipping water and eating fat free (with Jello being my highlight).
Luckily, my body held it together long enough for me to catch up with a friend in DC and then my UAE buds in Fort Lauderdale and a Bahama booze cruise. So, cruising is fun and all, but apparently when you’re almost 60 you might not want to eat and sip all that is offered. An abused, aged gall bladder can only take so much before giving you the middle finger and crapping out on you.
Because I normally don’t have digestive issues — just the occasional heart burn — when, what I thought was indigestion, crept up on me the last two nights of the cruise, I inhaled Tums, laid on my bunk and did my yoga/scuba breaths to will the pain away, and then resumed time with my buddies. The day we left the boat, a friend and I drove to Islamorada (near Key Largo) to bicycle, swim, kayak (maybe even squeeze in a dive). Instead I ended up holing up in the hotel room from what I thought was food poisoning (poor Shannon, my vacay buddy, got to nurse me instead of exploring the keys). I just took it all as my sign that Florida just might not be where I want to retire.
The day after my big vomitfest, I dropped Shannon off at another friend’s apartment in Fort Lauderdale to check into my flight to Pensacola, where I planned to whoop it up with my brother and sister. The travel gods had other plans for me. Long story short, my layover was in Houston (yeah I know silly that I had to fly from Florida to Texas just to get back to Florida) and there was a hurricane, soooooo now instead of flying I was going to drive 9.5 hours to Pensacola, which I did — all while my gall bladder was throwing it’s little temper tantrum that I ignored. In hindsight a payday bar and a Wendy’s breakfast sandwich was probably not a good idea.
Still thinking it was an abused stomach from all the fun consumed on the cruise, I just slowed things down a bit in Pensacola — loving every minute I had with my brother and sister. On our third day together, I felt great. So, what did I do? I whooped it up on the beach and then at Floribama, a fun bar my brother wanted to visit. I ate, I drank, I danced the night away. Went to bed a happy little sinner. Around 2 a.m. my gall bladder put her little valve down and said something along the lines of “Peace out!”
My siblings first took me to Urgent Care, which sent us to a stand-alone Emergency room, so I also got to experience an ambulance ride from there to hospital. Don’t let my smirk fool you; I’m in a lot of pain and not yet doped on the right meds.
Trust me when I say don’t piss off your body parts. When one of them decides to pull a kamikaze move, it will take you down. I was in so much pain, the morphine didn’t work, but oh my goodness did the whatever else they pumped into me — I see why people get addicted. It’s bliss until it wears off.
It’s almost three weeks later, and I’m almost back to normal. I’m still very cautious about what I eat. While the family eats pizza, I munch on fruits and veggies. While they sip beer in the pool, I savor my ice water. I want sooooooo badly to eat cheese and greasy foods, but I’m being good. I’ll eventually go back to nibbling here and there on my unhealthy favorites, but I plan on continuing the good habits to keep the rest of my body at bay. I do not need an internal war messing up anymore of my fun.
And while I hate that a good chunk of my plans were derailed, there was also a lot of good that came out of this.
- The hospital I landed in was great. A shout out goes to Pensacola’s HCA Florida West. They were thorough and attentive. Everyone, and I mean everyone, made sure I got what I needed when I needed it. My surgeon also managed to rush me in for a follow-up three days after surgery, so that I could hit the road and get to Virginia and then to Phoenix and, finally, Guam. Fingers crossed my insurance doesn’t surprise me with a “time to go bankrupt” bill.
- Since I didn’t want to fly after surgery, we — I mean Joe, who flew in to help me out post surgery (which I so appreciated) — drove to Virginia, which gave us the chance to stay at a friend’s house in SC. Thank you Scott for making me a healthy meal!
- Another friend drove 4 hours (each way) just to spend a little time with us. We would have missed this opportunity had I been able to stick to my original plans. Love you Chris!
- A slowed-down me was able to just soak up the time I had with the people I love, and Joe got to spend family time with me. We’re normally here at different times.
- I’m pretty sure when I step on the scale at home, I’ll have lost weight instead of gained it. Amen to that! (I’m still jonesing for some cheese though)
This time next week I’ll be back to my real world, trying to catch up at work. Instead of writing about the highlights, I’ll just blast you with some photos from cruise, sibling time and a roadtrip with my son. Currently, I’m loving time with Kaylene and the babies; Aaron is visiting again tonight. Hopefully, I’ll take the time to reflect and write more either during my layovers or when I have quiet time in Guam. To the friends I missed seeing, I won’t wait this long to visit again. Hugs and love to all of you — you truly bring so much light to my life!
Diving into 59!
It’s official folks. I’m in my final year of my 50s — what in the effity eff? LOL it’s still 19-year-old me in my head. I spent the weekend diving and imbibing — and it was glorious!

I partied with the fishes and turtles below — and FINALLY I got to see a ray, a marble ray. I might have peed a little with excitement. I don’t have pictures of the ray, but thanks to Mike Borgert I have pics of some of what we see — including that fun pic of me. He’s got talent because he managed to get me during the one second where I didn’t yet have Medusa hair lol or my belly hanging out. A sexy diver I am not. But that is okay because we’re all under the water to look at these guys (thanks Mike for sharing your pics!)…
May is a wind-down month, teachers and students are finishing up the year, but it’s also a fun time for tweaking summer plans. Sadly, it’s also when we begin our goodbyes to those who’ll be moving. There’s always the good byes in this life, but we’re nomads now and we will see each other again — and there’s the internet (lol a spotty, unreliable one in Guam, hence the lowercase, but it’ll do). The good news is we have until the end of June to still play with the friends of ours that are leaving this year.
It’s a good life I get to grow old in, and I am always grateful for those who make it so much fun — and full of so much discovery. So, while this weekend was all about celebrating me, I’d like to end this post celebrating all of you. Thank you for keeping me young and keeping my 19 year inner self in check (when she needs it).

Cheers to all of you! And may we continue enjoying all that comes our way. We’ve got plenty more living and exploring to do.
Let’s hear it for the moms and our friends
I almost squashed a hen today on our only six-lane road. I saw her darting from the other side. I noticed the cars on that side were far enough away, but then I realized oh no I’m going to hit her. I looked in my rearview, no one behind me, slammed my breaks, the guy to the left of me slammed his breaks, and my tires missed her by a few inches. She spun around and ran back to where she came from — only this time those cars are also way too close. Praise be … they hit their brakes too. Mama hen gets to live another day (or minute, if she makes another dumb move like that), huffing and puffing her oh shits before finding her way back to her chicks.
That, my friends, is motherhood.
You survive the near catastrophes (and why did no one ever tell us there would be so many of them) by the good graces and quick thinking of others (as well as your own quick moves —or dumb luck).
Okay, it’s also life. But it’s Mother’s Day, so let’s give it to the moms.
For those of us who live so far away, it’s a tough holiday. There is no over-priced brunch with bubbly and our kids. There is video calling (for me it’s via Facebook), but when you’re 17 hours ahead on the time zone, the calls will happen at work on Monday (with your office door closed and an “in a meeting” sign posted).
BUT, when you live on an island with good friends, you make do by going diving and enjoying Mother Nature’s gifts. While I most certainly didn’t do the mad-mother-hen dash today, I did get to hover near an extraverted octopus who changed her colors and toyed with us. I also looked a reef shark in the eye while he swam by us, and, lol most surprisingly of all, I got to see a baby squid mistake a dive buddy for its mama. We also swam with turtles and too many types of fish to list. I am so grateful for the people in my life who sway in and out of life’s murky waters with me — and who love the wonder within it as much as I do.

We miss our babies, but cheers! LOL and look at that baby squid. It attached itself to Pam’s fin. We hope it found its way to safety.

And because I got sidetracked, I didn’t get around to posting this on Mother’s Day. Sooooo, it’s now also an homage to the friends in my life who make it so much fun (there are so many more of you not pictured in below slide show, BUT you know who you are — and I bet you’re already posted somewhere in this blog).
Have a great week everyone! The weekend is just a few days away…
Hello Sunshine…

Good Morning World! Aaahhh, I’m back to sitting on my balcony, sipping my coffee and enjoying the sheer joy of having a Saturday morning with nothing booked. In a bit we’ll be out and about showing off Guam to our friend Derek, who arrived Easter Sunday. But, for now, it’s peace and almost quiet (lol it seems like we always have trash or construction trucks beeping away the quiet).
This time last week I was enjoying the view from another island balcony at El Galleon dive resort in Puerto Galera, Philippines. I loved this resort (I don’t get paid for any of this, so when I include the name and link of a place it’s special). Service is top notch, and everyone at the resort made our stay easy and stress free (including transportation from and to Manila). It truly felt like we were visiting old friends — who just happened to have a gorgeous spot of island life.

It was my first visit to a dive resort, so imagine my surprise at not having to haul my gear to a boat or worry about anything other than checking my air and dive computer. I also had my own cubby where all of it remained until, sad sigh, check out day. The dive staff were also fantastic — as were my fellow divers. I made some great friends, and while I say this a lot (and rarely do) I am so going back (seriously!). Whose going with me next?!
We also lucked out and got introduced to a fabulous Tuk Tuk driver/tour guide who brought us to see waterfalls and White Sand beach; the next day he took Joe all over the island while I had fun diving. Our first and last nights in the Philippines we spent at the Belmont, a Manila hotel within walking distance of Terminal 3 (which happened to be our terminal). If you have late night or early morning flights this is totally the way to go. There are also other hotels nearby to choose from. I enjoyed Belmont’s rooftop pool.
There’s so much more to share, but I’ll have to save that for my next visit — including diving the Verde Island passage, which I didn’t get to do (long story short I got sick before the trip, and it bullied me a bit throughout, but I won in the end, and I still fit in a lot of wonderful dives). Derek is stirring, so it’s time to go back to having fun on my own island. People, I think it’s official: I will never get bored of island life.
Thank you to everyone I met on this trip who truly made it special! Hugs and cheers!
The in between…
I know shame on me for not posting in quite awhile. I had several good ones to post too — like arriving in Tokyo during a rare snow storm (I now know what it’s like to experience train travel with suitcases during Tokyo rush hour when the roads are closed; intimate is an understatement). But, I just never got around to keying it all in.

Before that I got to experience first-class fun on a Korean train to Daegu — FYI In Japan and Korea train passengers are expected to be quiet (as in you leave the car, and hover by the bathroom or door, if you need to speak). If you’ve ever met me you know that is quite the challenge, which, um, I might have had endured some productive struggle (but I really, really tried).
In between those two trips was the best bit of all — a visit from my daughter and her family. Oh my goodness, I love my kids and all, but holy hell do I love my grand babies. I treasure the little adventures I get to have with Torin. Isla is too young to be trusted alone with me; she’s an expert mimicker and doesn’t need to learn my hand gestures and vocabulary.
It’s been two months since their visit, and I sooooo miss them, but we’ll be vacationing together again before we know it. The in-between time keeps me busy too. My work, friend, dive and regular life is full of love and laughter too. Plus, I get to see a lot of this…
I’m also just a few days away from my next trip: a vacation in the Philippines! I’m so excited. It’s my first non-family oriented (although I love those) or work trip since we’ve moved to Guam. And, yes, I’m diving — cannot wait to see what I see!
When we return, a friend will be waiting for us — lol he lands two nights before we do, so keep the beers chilled, Derek!
A decade overseas…

2014: Journalism teacher in Phoenix, Arizona 
2024: Instructional Specialist in Guam
Happy 2024! My first blog post opened with a pic of me at work, and now you get to see me at work ten years later. I’ve gained some wrinkles, some pounds, and some prescription spectacles, but I’m still loving life.
When I first began this blog in 2014, I had no idea that I’d thrive in the UAE (I was so excited and so nervous), and that I’d also move to Belgium and then Guam. LOL I thought I’d be in the Middle East for two, maybe three years and then back home living the Arizona desert life (which I also loved). Now, I have no clue where I’ll end up next. For now I’m loving the island life, so all is well.
My only complaint is the same in every country: I’m so far away from my babies (and now their babies). And oh my goodness, look how adorable they are!
I’m so blessed to be surrounded by so much good (it’s balancing out the darker moments of my youth). 2024, for me, is looking to be filled with lots of visits. The grand babies and their parents arrive for a two-week visit January 24, then I have a friend planning to visit in April, one, possibly both, of my sons in May. In between all that are work trips in January and February, and then a fun trip to the Philippines in March.
It’s like Christmas every month for me! As for what I’ve been doing since the last time I posted: work (which I enjoy), Guam eating, sipping and beaching (thanks Barbie movie for making this a verb), and diving. I’ve mastered my fear of depth and have gone as deep as 125 feet (which is nothing to deep divers, but it’s deep enough for me).
I love the last day of the year because it always causes me to pause and reflect on what I’ve learned. Today, I’m remembering who I was in 2014 and where I am today. I am the same, however, probably a calmer, more stable me (some might disagree).
I am also quite a bit wiser thanks to my following list of lessons learned.
- Fat floats: The heavier one is the more weight is needed to stay under when diving. My metaphorical soul sees it as the more we gain the harder we are to sink. Experience has made me more resilient — I know setbacks, no matter how drastic, don’t define me and they most certainly won’t ruin me. Plus, I like a positive spin to the extra fat in my life, so why fight it?
- Feed the hunger: In the past I starved myself avoiding what I wanted to do or learn because I thought I was too young, too old, too inexperienced, too whatever. Why do we do this to ourselves? It looks like toward the end of my decades I jump off the bandwagon and feast away: In my late twenties I married and built a family (my daughter came a few years earlier) and was amazed by how deeply I could love (um and later on that some loves are meant to be let go); in my late thirties, I packed up my kids and moved to a place where I had no job, knew no one, and, well, found myself reborn among the flames (thank you Phoenix); in my late 40s I gave up my dream teaching job to teach English in an Arabian school surrounded by so much uncertainty, and I am now in such a better place professionally and financially; in my late 50s I faced death (lol if only in my mind) to discover life under the sea, and now I want to discover more of what lives beneath our realm. God only knows what my late 60s will bring, but it’ll satiate whatever it is I’m hungering for (probably time to whip up some temptations for my grandchildren).
- Listen! Listen to my gut, to others, to everything around me. Most importantly, listen to that inner voice — the one I sometimes think is crazy. This one is tough because there are so many voices in our lives, all that should be heard (lol but not all that I’ll follow). I don’t jump into anything haphazardly. I seek advice, I google the bedazzle out of everything, I check and cross check, and I argue with myself. When I look back on my life, it’s when after all of that, I chose to ignore my inner voice, that I found myself in my worst situations.
- Be a Pollyanna: I don’t mean toxic positivity. I mean embrace the light wherever I am, even when in the thick of shit. Hell, sometimes I’m a goth Pollyanna, enjoying the wicked while finding the good. Along the way I discovered that sometimes positivity is associated with being naive or too much of a dreamer or too kind. And, I mistook this strength as a weakness, but I was wrong. My cheeriness might annoy the fuck out of some, but it’s genuine and there is so much love and wonder in my life. Rose-colored glasses look fabulous and my view is so much nicer than Negative Nancy’s.
- Embrace the dark: There’s magic and growth here as well; I just try not to hug it too long. Hence my love of soothing lights and candles; they yank me back when needed.
- Accepting my momentum: I was going to write “don’t settle,” but to be fair when I was settling I didn’t at first realize it, and was it really settling when it’s what I felt I needed at the time? Then I thought I should write “give myself grace” because, like everyone, I struggle with the bits that are hard or what Ive done wrong. But, nope, the lesson learned is knowing when it’s time to move forward or when to pull back. This one might be the hardest of them all. There is always so much attached to this, and it’s never without stress, grief and cost. But, for me, there will always need to be some sort of forward momentum (and the occasional “holy shit back it up a bit!”), and when I avoid moving in the direction I need to, I wither. It goes back to feeding the hunger. I think I’m accepting the fact that I will always want to experience more (lol it’s a good thing I get excited over the little things too) — and that’s okay. I guess that my biggest lesson learned during my 58 years of living is that death is the only thing that should end our appetite, so if a job, a home, a relationship becomes stagnate (or feels that way) then there needs to be some gear shifting. That doesn’t mean that those parts of my life aren’t treasured. Oh my goodness I miss all of my pasts as much as I love what is yet to come.
So, there’s more than you cared to read about what I’ve reflected on before toasting in the new year. How about I end it with a blast of pics of what my current every day (well today it’s blustery) looks like. May we all have a year full of sunshine, happy hours and rainbows!
My little thank you to Autumn

I’m in Seoul for our region’s annual journalism conference/competition. This time I get to join/coach a team of students while they capture their stories. It’s most definitely a perk to my job!
Today, for me, is a fairly easy day because I just help do odds and ends with set-up things. The real work begins tomorrow. Luckily on this easy day, Mother Nature blessed us with gorgeous weather. It’s warm, sunny and the air pollution is below 100. Normally, when I’m here, that’s not the case, so I loved my walk around Yongsan base, which is mostly vacant since much of it has closed down.
I love living on Guam, and I love the fact that 365 days a year (except during a typhoon) I can go swimming in 80-degree water — even when it rains because, lol, it aint cold.
But, I’m a four seasons gal. When I’m living in gorgeous warm areas I forget how much I love the fall, until I get to experience it. The sun is prettier when she shines at a slant through filters of gold, red and orange, and oh my goodness the crisp air. It’s warm, but you smell the cold working it’s way back.
Sadly, this time last year is also a tragic one for the city. It’s still mourning the loss of 159 souls to the Itaewon crush. On the other side of the walls of where I am, Koreans march and lament their anger over the way this was handled.
I understand their anger; too many of our young die while simply trying to enjoy their lives. But, I’m getting off track. This post is about sharing my joy for this time of year.
Even the fish at the pond get into the spirit of Go Orange!

The weather report promises me a few good days of this, so I’m giddy I get to love my job while also loving a season I won’t get when I return home.
That said, diving does provide me with glimpses of all sorts of glorious color.
I love the gifts of Guam as much as I do the four seasons. My heart will ache for them too, when I move on to my next home, wherever in the world that may be.
Cloud hopping

This time two weeks ago I intended to write a blog entitled “eating my way through Tokyo” because oh my goodness I had such an amazing time doing just that, but the days got away from me and before I had a chance to upload words and photos I was on my next trip: Saipan. And, that was amazing too, but then I had to prepare (mentally, emotionally and physically) for Typhoon Bolaven, and despite having an entire day at home — all snuggled up on my couch with candles lit and TV streaming— I did not write.
I did, however, enjoy watching the different phases of the storm through the sliver of shutters I left open (something I didn’t dare do during our last storm). Bolaven is a super typhoon now, but she was just a newbie when she sprinted by us; gracing Guam with only the outer bands of her wake. The collective sigh from those of us who hid from Mawar had more of an impact than her squalls — and we are incredibly grateful. May we be this lucky should another storm be born this year.
Saipan was a holiday weekend trip with friends. I wasn’t expecting much since it’s a super quick flight from Guam and another Mariana island, so I figured it would look just like Guam. It has the same plants and ocean, but it’s smaller, more rustic and has its own personality. The bird-eating brown snake has not made its way to this island, so there are also plenty of birds singing everywhere. Imagine being able to hike through a jungle knowing there isn’t a single snake on island to freak you out (there are plenty of spiders and other critters that’ll race your heart just the same). Saipan was also spared from the wrath of Mawar, so her old banyan trees are still standing proud, as are all of her trees and monuments. Guam is healing, but it will be a while before her cliffs and beaches are this bountiful again.
Going by my PTSD over Mawar you would think Mother Nature is the only one who has scarred these islands. We have done far worse to them. Guam and Saipan have plenty of stories and ruins to remind us of how much blood was shed here during WW2 (and, well, before). I cannot even imagine what it was like to experience these beautiful bits of paradise become horrific venues for war.
Because we’re an odd species, battlefields eventually become tourist destinations. Add the tropical fauna and balmy beaches, and you’ve got yourself an oasis for vacationers. And then Covid hits: Saipan’s tourism industry has not rebounded. Surrounding a massive closed casino are shuttered shops and sun-warped signs for touristy things that no longer exist.

Imagine what this place was like when it was buzzing with gamblers. It’s surreal to see it occupied only by a man at a desk who is paid to keep looters out, but friendly enough to let curious tourists snap pics. There are still plenty of gorgeous trails to hike, including the Grotto, which brings you to a swimming hole I plan on diving one day, and trips to other nearby islands. The resorts that remain are also still lovely and leave plenty of fun for girls needing two days away from the work world.
Tokyo was a work trip, but a friend and I decided to arrive the weekend prior so we could have some fun time together. We had an absolute blast. I highly recommend Vialtor’s Izakaya Food Tour in Shinjuku. Long story short you don’t go into the tiny izakaya (pubs that seat 4 to 6), but you walk through the area and you do get to eat at three larger local hangouts. The first one we had Japanese BBQ, where I um tasted the raw beef intestine (thanks to the seasoning it was actually not bad, but it’s a one and done thing for me), the second was a sashimi place that was ahhhhmazing (Saki flowed freely here), and the third was a dumpling house that also served a yummy citron sorbet. The group, including people from all over the world, was fun, and our tour guide was awesome. He made sure we learned about the food, the people, the city lol and the drinking — plus we got to see a mini festival.
We also did some food touring on our own; eating sushi at the Tsukiji fish market, tonkotsu ramen at Ichiran and more goodies at other places. We even found a hedgehog cafe where we did NOT eat anything, but instead fed mealworms to hedgehogs.
There’s so much more we did, like walk everywhere, including the Meiji Jingu Shrine, and shopped at Don Quijote, an all-out melee of stuff (if ADHD or claustrophobia is your thing then this store is not), and just having fun being two girls in the big city.
Joe has been in Arizona for the past month, and he returns tomorrow. I’m looking forward to discovering more of Guam with him again. In November I head back to Korea for two work trips, so I’m sure I’ll have more fun to share then. Hopefully, I’ll do a better job of writing while it’s happening versus too many days/events later.
Until then Sayonara (さようなら) and Adios estaki manali’e’ hit ta’lo (lol if google is to be trusted with Chamorro).
Worlds within worlds

Shame on me … it’s been months since I’ve posted. I’m still breathing, kicking and screaming (okay the last two I do in my head — more than you know).
The beauty of our chaotically imperfect lives is that regardless of where (literally and metaphorically) we are there is always layer upon layer to explore. Sometimes we get stuck until we remember to change direction, and then we get lost before we find our way to the next stuck or next oh wow.
Living in post-typhoon Guam is teaching me a lot about how I navigate my way through this process.
On the one hand, it’s amazing how quickly life bounced back, on the other woefully slow.
I left mid June to spend much-needed time with my family. Oh my goodness that in itself is always layers of joy, nostalgia, love and guilt for living so far away — always that damned guilt, especially when I am homesick for the place that is home but not really. Please do not confuse guilt with regret. I do not regret this life; it feeds my soul as much as my love for my children. It’s simply a mix of worlds within worlds.
Anyway, I loved my time home with the kids and their families. I also loved the too short time with close friends. That said when I boarded the first of my three flights back to Guam, I was ready. I missed my life there.
In just a few weeks the jungle returned. I’m still amazed at how quickly the vegetation grew over the wreckage. New vines and leaves have woven themselves around broken trees and somehow made them stand tall again. The chickens are back — not in the same amount they were before, but the babies are bobbing all over the place. I am blessed again with the scent of wet plumeria during my walks to the beach. Our beach, however, still has a long way to go before its shade returns. I guess it just took too harsh a beating.

Upon returning I decided it was time to discover the world that lives under the water I love so much. I better appreciate the phrase you can’t teach an old dog new tricks because holy hell I struggled learning to scuba dive. I dreaded every step of it, and I so badly wanted to quit. Other people take a 4-day course and they’re diving with friends by the following week. I started with that same course, but Joe and I ended up doing extra private lessons with our instructors because let’s face it fat folk float (who knew?). Older folk also don’t like letting go of their fears and realigning their instincts. The act of scuba diving is actually quite easy, but the learning to trust you won’t die is a whole other thing.
But this fat old dog finally figured it out, so screw you no-new-tricks cliche. I still struggle with my fears (trust me I have trust issues with myself), but when I’m under and find a sliver of zen, I pay attention and I see that fish and turtles have facial expressions. I’ve seen more than one give me the WTF are you doing look, some taunt me, some are amused by me, some, surprisingly a shark, fear me, and oh my goodness there’s so much more to see. I’m not yet sure I love it, but I am so ecstatic I’m getting to see this other world. I hope I keep doing it because there is soooooo much more for me to discover (lol and yet I’m terrified by that as well).
So, why am I here writing on a gorgeous Saturday afternoon? The man-made part of post typhoon recovery isn’t rebounding as quickly as nature’s work. We’re still having frequent power outages, which I’m sort of okay with (I’ve got a fantastic balcony to sip on), but our internet is definitely a test in patience. Long story short I’m waiting once again (lost count) for a visit from the Internet guy. Considering it’s after 3 p.m., and I told them I have plans at 5, I’m thinking another day will be wasted tomorrow — although I’ll do it at the pool with friends. I’ve discovered that like much of my species I am definitely addicted to the many different escapes the internet provides. And, it’s making me quite pissy having to fight for it. Although, I’m not really without since I can tether my phone — so call me hot spot princess — it’s just slower and an extra click or two of energy (and, well, not always stable).
I also have books, walks, friends and so many other gifts to get lost in.

How lucky am I to experience all these glorious worlds. Thank you to the powers that be.








































































































































































































