I live in a graveyard. Literally.

This is something I never ever thought I would say.  As a child, I had a great fear of graveyards. Even driving by them in a car would freak me out.

Then, I came to Costa Rica and lived across from one.  Even then, it took me a while to get used to the idea and when I looked across the path to the house on the graveyard hill I thought, at least I don't live in the graveyard.  I wondered if those kids in that house were afraid of graves.

Well, now I too live in the graveyard.  Just 200 meters up the path, I sit on my front porch - literally touching the graveyard.  The only thing that separates us is a chain-link fence. This makes me laugh. 

Oh, the fears one overcomes.