I'm not missing in action, I'm just gone. The reality is that I have an admiration for what was and what could be for Puerto Rico, but a distinct disgust for what is (in far too many cases).
I did not arrive with those feelings. It develops inside you after the thrill of the new environment begins to fade, and your attention is restored to the details of life and society and the localized surroundings.
I never developed a love for Puerto Rico... the kind of catalytic love that would lead someone like the Jenius to verbally spar with a disrespectful, knife wielding, NuYorican under the threat of some serious violence. So there were definitely make or break factors that helped convince me to make my own exit stage left.
Education was that factor. I asked myself: Why endure all the rest while simultaneously allowing my children to be participants in a sub-standard education system... the most important factor in securing their potential for a successful future?
Since I could not come up with a much better answer than "the beach", the real question should have been: What have you been waiting for?
So I'm upgrading my surroundings from this old legacy spaghetti culture, to the enterprise version over there on the mainland. Yes, I've relocated.
Yet, like Braddock albeit less heavily armed, I'm ready to be called back into action. I have eyes on the ground, and I've developed enough of an interest to keep filtering and paying forward a few select topics one or two of you might be interested in from time to time.
I'm not MIA. I'm just gone. Happily.