Putting My Pieces Together

It's kind of a weird concept, but I feel like my selves are fragmented.  Like there was the me before I came to Costa Rica and the me now.  The me now is afraid that moving back to the US will mean that I go back to the old me.  The version of myself that was more insecure, more anxious... basically more afraid.

I wonder if that's part of culture shock.  Whatever it is, it's an odd process to experience.  I need to stitch these pieces together.  I need to go back and collect my old self to be one with my current self. Maybe that's why April felt like a month of regression: re-living my old insecurities to clean them out. When you clean the house it looks a lot worse before it gets clean, right?

I want my future self to tell my current self that it is all ok.  That the change is good.  That each new experience brings new adventure and takes you to places you never imagined were possible.

I want my future self to sit down and have coffee with me and to tell me, "Look where we are now. I'm so glad you kept moving forward even when you were afraid... even when you had no idea where the path would lead.  Isn't the journey beautiful?"