“Aloha. This is the final boarding call for Flight 51 with non-stop service from JFK to Honolulu.” I stopped walking towards the terminal. My pulse quickened. There was a tug at my heart to return to the familiar. This is it Magaly. You sure you don’t want to go back to Hawaii, find a teaching job, get that good health insurance, and make your dreams of starting a family a reality? I thought for a moment. No. Even though returning to Hawaii felt safe, I had made the decision to trust my intuition and follow through on going to Maine. I also reminded myself that I will only be in Maine for a few months and that these feelings of apprehension are absolutely normal and that I have chosen to trust and be open to Spirit’s guidance.
Hawaii to Maine? How did I get here? In my last blog entry, I was in El Salvador working on a special project that involved my grandparents (I’m still working on it by the way). I left El Salvador in November to visit family in Orlando for a month, and then in December, flew back home to Oahu. I smiled as the airplane descended, recognizing the familiar sights of the Waianae mountain range, the turquoise waters of Hickam Beach, and Diamond Head off in the distance. I had returned home and yet the lease I signed for my new place was only for six months. I had a feeling that by June, I would be leaving the island again. I thought I would be leaving to teach abroad in Abu Dhabi, but the Universe was guiding me in another direction.
I will admit that I was disappointed and my ego bruised when I was not offered the science teacher position in the United Arab Emirates, but it’s just as well I did not get it. I had to psyche myself up for the interview and I felt uninspired and unenthusiastic at the thought of returning to a traditional, indoor classroom setting. Once again, I started to reflect on what meaningful, vision-inspired work looks like to me. By this point, I had been working as an education programs guide at a private nature reserve on the windward side of Oahu. While every job has its ups and downs, I loved the natural beauty of my work environment and helping students and people from all over the world make meaningful connections. I came home one day after work and decided that for the next five years, I would pursue opportunities in outdoor education.
I researched outdoor ed summer jobs in New York and while doing this, found the job opportunity in Maine. I applied only for the summer as I’m just not accustomed to Northeast winters anymore, but decided if offered the job, I would stay through the fall season. I had the Skype interview with the program director and soon after was offered the job. I did not have to feign enthusiasm when I accepted the job because I am truly excited for the opportunity to teach in an outdoor setting in Maine.
There is always a sadness when we leave our loved ones and the place we call home but I also know that moving to Maine was a soul-inspired decision that I have a feeling, will be full of synchronicities. I am also reassured by the knowledge that if ever I long for the connection of family and friends, I will only be a short plane ride away from my family and friends in New York, and a short car ride away from my friend’s welcoming, fun-loving family-whom I met at his wedding this spring in Hawaii-that happen to spend their summers in Maine.