I am happily resigned.
It took me 5 years to get to this stage and to accept that I don't want to be anywhere else (although I dream of living 6 months of the year somewhere else when my children finish high school). I am prepared to die under the wheels of a bus, in a shooting, hijacking, or crushed by a falling sign/balcony, etc.
When traveling abroad and standing in line, I notice that I need to remind myself to respect other people's personal space.
I do not greet the bus driver anymore. I prepare and give milanesas to my children without guilt. I am not as involved in the building's owners association. I know people won't pay their expensas and they will get away with it. I've stopped wishing Cristina would die. I don't see a solution anymore.
I am wearing dirty, beat up boots which I would not wear in the US or Europe. They would be in the trash already if I was living in Europe or the US. Same with my children's school uniforms. My son's blue polo shirt has a whiteout stain and he just took a blue marker to cover it up.
The only thing which still makes me very sad is the waste of plastic wrap and excessive packaging whenever I buy food to go.
I was happily resigned until I finished writing this post. Now I'm re reading it and getting depressed... does the above mean that I have relaxed or that I have regressed?