Our (Almost) Housesit In Costa Rica

Well, I can't believe I'm saying this, but we just turned down a 1-year housesitting assignment in Costa Rica. At first glance, it looked like a no-brainer: a large, custom-built home nestled in lush tropical foliage, surrounded by howler monkeys and geckos, only 10 minutes from a premier surfing beach. And with its on-site casita, there was an opportunity to earn a little extra cash as property managers.

The woulda-coulda-shoulda-but-didn't housesit in Costa Rica.

The allure of Costa Rica isn't new to us. We've toyed with the idea of moving there before. Its warm climate, endless beaches, and green rolling hills are paradise on earth. There's also many established expat communities, favorable immigration laws, and a relatively low cost of living.

So why did we say no?

My head came up with a million practical reasons to go, but I couldn't commit a year of my life to something that didn't make my heart sing. Not after working so hard, physically and emotionally, to get to this point. For now, I'd rather forsake security, stability, and comfort for adventure, freedom, and the thrill of the unknown. As a wise friend once told us, "You can always go to Costa Rica. Dream bigger, go farther!"

So we're rolling the dice, surrendering to the universe, and letting things develop organically. Whatever will be, will be!