This may not come as much of a shock to many of you, especially if you’ve talked to me or read any of my previous blog posts since returning from Brazil. But… drum roll please… I’m moving to Rio! My ticket is booked. My bags are faaar from packed. And I gotta get on the grind to find a job once I’m there. But I’m actually doing it, and it’s time to get excited!
If you’re asking yourself Damn. How does she have the luxury of being able to move wherever the f she wants? The truth is, I don’t reeaaally, but I’m following my gut because I didn’t move down to South America to sit around and not enjoy myself. (Actually, the answer to that question should really be: You can too!) I’d always wanted to live in Brazil anyway. But the fact that I already spoke Spanish, and that I could probably live fairly comfortably given the cushy US dollar-to-Argentine peso exchange rate, were reason enough to give Buenos Aires the edge over Rio. But the last week and a half since I’ve been back to Buenos Aires have been a challenge, to say the least. Onda, meaning vibe, is a word the Argentines use a lot, and I’ve been getting a lot of mala onda from Buenos Aires. I’m not one to always make the most rational decisions (rational decisions are just so blasé)… but several things in my life recently have made me feel like this is the right thing to do. So, taking a cue from the sage Puff Daddy (“Can’t nobody hold me down… oh no… I got to keep on moving”), it’s time to make like a tree and leave. We will see how I feel about this decision when I realize Brazil has robbed me dry (let’s hope not literally… I was thinking more of the lofty prices for everything there). But wish me luck, sanity, and as many days as I can eek out of my visa as I can, as I try to pick up my life from here and move it to the Cidade Maravilhosa, the “Marvelous City!”