A New Chapter: Our Leap into Life in El Salvador

After struggling for over two years with deep depression and PTSD, I knew that I needed a change—a big one. The fight to reclaim my mental health was exhausting, and it became clear that my surroundings were weighing me down. That's when Eduardo’s dream began to take shape in a new light.

Eduardo has always dreamed of returning to El Salvador to live. He envisioned fixing up his family home—creating a place where our family could come together to celebrate life and strengthen our roots. He wanted to provide our kids with the chance to see where their heritage lies, to connect with the stories of their ancestors. Over time, Eduardo’s dream began to feel less like a fantasy and more like a necessary adventure.

As the cost of living in Canada continued to rise, and with me not having worked for ten months due to my mental health struggles, the idea of starting fresh became increasingly appealing. I also grappled with the fact that I was estranged from part of my family. I thought, now is a good time for a fresh start, not just for me, but for all of us as a family.

Taking a deep breath, I reminded myself of the sacrifices Eduardo had made for us during our 33 years in Canada. It was my turn to reciprocate, to give him those 33+ years in El Salvador that he had longed for. 

Once we made the momentous decision to go, we faced the next challenge: sharing our plans with friends and family. Admitting our choice to uproot our lives was daunting. I felt a wave of anxiety wash over me, bracing for the reactions. Thankfully, their support was overwhelming. They understood our need for change and rallied behind us, even if it was hard for them to conceptualize the distance.

Yet, despite the support, I would be lying if I said I didn’t feel guilt. I know my kids are grown and thriving, each surrounded by amazing significant others and robust support networks. It’s heartwarming to see them living their best lives, but it weighs on me that I’m leaving them behind. Even as adults, the bond we share is precious, and the thought of stepping away from those relationships is tough.

I feel a deep loyalty to "my people," the friends who stood by me through the darkest of times, who believed in me even when I struggled to believe in myself. Part of me worries what this move will mean for those connections, how the miles between us will impact our relationships. But deep down, I know it’s time for me to take this leap for my own well-being.

So, we packed up our house, carefully sorting through memories while collecting only what would fit into our new beginning. We made sure to help Matteo settle into his new place before we left. We sold the Jeep and, with a mix of excitement and trepidation, hopped on a plane, leaving behind our familiar life in Canada.

As I write this, I realize this isn’t just about moving to a new country; it’s the start of rebuilding a life filled with hope, connection, and a fresh perspective. It’s about bringing Eduardo’s dream to life, creating a space where we can celebrate our heritage, and rediscovering joy in new surroundings.

Join me as I embark on this journey in El Salvador, sharing our experiences, challenges, and triumphs along the way. Here’s to new beginnings!