Another huge dream come true!

It's time to believe! For more than a decade, if you asked me what my 3 biggest dreams were, I would have told you: to have a steady job (with normal hours) doing what I love, to go to Costa Rica for vacation, and to visit Denmark.
  Last year on March 1st I started my dream job. I worked at a college teaching students with disabilities. I helped re-vamp an awesome program that is designed to help them get and keep a job. It was truly amazing. Some of the clients from my previous job were now my students. I had a super wonderful program director who appreciated me.
  Last year, not long after that, we decided we should and could go to Costa Rica. My mother is one of my best friends, but I have only seen her once since I went to Costa Rica for 3 weeks in 2004. The last of our 9 kids turned 18, we were ready to vacation. Then in the beginning of the summer, before we bought the tickets, my husband says: Why can't we go to Costa Rica and stay there? I thought he was kidding. But I liked the excuse to get rid of "stuff". I told my boss I would be gone for a month, and I talked to the part time sub, who said he could teach full time while I was gone. Well, we were so overjoyed when we arrived in this tiny jungle village( on the west coast of the country) that I gave my 2 weeks notice at work - 2 weeks after we got here.
  I have been in paradise since September of last year. I tell people that I accidentally retired. We've been here helping my mother with her little business, enjoying her good cooking, and soaking up the vitamin D on the beach.
  Now let me explain my long lost father. He was born and raised in Denmark, came to Canada to start a family, and then left back for Denmark when I was 12. I went to Denmark once when I was 14, for a month. He has come to the States to visit me twice, the last time was 18 years ago. I haven't spoken to him for 4 years. Then my cousin gives me his phone number in an email. It was February 16th. Before I could even say "Thank you, Charlotte!" my husband was dialing the number and handing me the phone. I talked to my father for a while. It went well. 2 days later my husband had done the research and bought the plane tickets to Denmark!! For April!!!
  I'm still in shock, I'm still trying to figure out how to process it all. It still feels unreal. Leave my perfect job for beautiful Costa Rica, and leave beautiful Costa Rica to go to Denmark?! It's pretty unbelievable. We bought the tickets 2 days ago, I suppose it's time to tell my father. That's how big the shock is. I have been a scatterbrain ever since I talked to him. I told my mother, I told my cousin, I told my kids. In my defense, when I talked to my father I told him it would be good for us to come in April, and he agreed. I think both of us underestimated Ron's ability to achieve things. We just kind of said - yeah, wouldn't that be nice? Ron made it happen. Which is why I love that man.
  In one year I will have experienced North America, Central America, and Europe. If you had asked me a year ago how the next 12 months would go, I would not have been able to predict all this. I had a great job, but with crazy and long hours. I've had these 2 travel dreams for so long! When I get back from Denmark I will have to create new dreams. And I will be able to believe in them! I'm a believer now. I had a wooden sign at my house back in Cedar City, Utah in the States. It said: Living the Dream. I think it was one of the best things I've ever hung on a wall.
  What else is there to ask for? I'd be greedy if I asked for more, I think. Life is going into hyper drive. Are you trying to tell me that life gets even better than this?? I'll keep you posted. I guess I would like to make money writing a book. That's a good goal, right? I also want to work on my family tree, so this is a good way to do it. I would love to write a series of mini-books on people's lives. The "normal" Canadian/American lives seem more interesting after doing some travelling. I want to write my father's story. And the story of his parents. Which means I will start with my mother's story.
  This blog is like my journal, only better, because I do a lot of self therapy and whining in my journals. I think I am on number 36. But I want to go back and take out the good parts, and throw the old journals in the fire. Have some closure, and a bonfire! That's what I will do when I get back from Denmark, because then I will back in Cedar to get things out of storage.