My husband asked me why I must leave.
Why would I take myself from everything comfortable to a more primitive life where I must carry some of my personal necessities in order to live a semblance of my normal life?
Why would I leave my loving circle of friends and family to live in a place where I am known, but I’m not a part of the life. I have acquaintances but there is a language barrier to having a communicative friendship.
Why would I leave my house with all of it’s conveniences and luxuries (which I love), to go to a place where I am constantly sweeping dust, swatting mosquitoes and heating water on the stove to wash my dishes and/or my underwear by hand?
It’s simple and sad.
I have not learned well to be myself. I cannot release my dependency on and responsibility for the people in my life who I love and cherish. I must remove myself to be myself.
I’m working on that.