The Lesser-Traveled Path

4 of November 2013

The rains hailed Mary last night in a now familiar catholic gesture, condemning Playa for its sins committed during the crazy weekend.  I was jubilantly looking forward to finally getting back to school after a hiatus since last Tuesday, so when I woke at 5:30 am, I was sourly let down by the unexpected turn of events. Most of my class probably wouldn’t make the trek to Papalote in the downpour, so I closed my eyes and waited until Mum would come into the boys’ room- I’d slept there with Kal last night- and tell me school was canceled.

But I didn’t sleep for long: I woke but ten minutes later to Kalin splashing around by the end of my bed. Wait, SPLASHING?! The whole floor was sunk in two inches of rainwater that had soaked all the clothes, stuffed animals, and sheets that were touching the tile. The whipping, torrential, hurricane-like sheets of rain that hadn’t let up for over eight hours had found a way through the crevices of the door leading out to the balcony and rapidly spread throughout the whole room. My brother was walking back and forth through the rainwater and cleaning up all the objects on the floor that were the subject to the flood. I jumped out of bed and helped him, feeling utterly irresponsible that my nine year old brother was working while I slept comfortably. Around six o’clock, Mum peeped into the room to say we weren’t going to school because most people she contacted weren’t going to, on account of the rains. I would’t really have minded the rain, but if Papalote was only opening the school as a babysitting service for the day like it had last time school was canceled, I didn’t want to be part of that.

I an unprecedented splurge of Monday morning academic productivity, Mum initiated our pilot homeschooling lesson: South America. We began by reciting the first five commandments, and then reading a passage from the Bible. Next, Kira, Aidan, Kalin, and I all traced a map of South America that included the southern half of North America (Mexico, Guatemala, Panama, ect.), starred their capitals, dotted their major cities, and color coded the countries. All the while the twins practiced their reading skills with the Bob books, and Mum read aloud facts about South America and offered encouragement to the boys. I’d say it was a successful pilot episode of our dramatic entrance into the classical education Mum has in store for us.

The Orange County School of the Arts, the art high school of my dreams, is becoming a smudge, fading into my background. Although the credentials I’d receive from graduating from OCSA would be impeccable- a call from Yale, Emerson, or the Chicago Art Institute would be a high school diploma away- the school is no longer something I desire to go back to. I wouldn’t go back for anything now, really, unless it was my family. Mum and Papa have been talking about staying in Playa lately. Pop flew back to America last night to LAX, and the date he returns is to be determined, although it will most likely be the end of November or early December. To the urging of his family, Papa has been seriously considering working a mobile shift to maintain our traverse lifestyle, instead of traveling back and forth to his office on such a regular basis. The only thing holding us back from moving full-time to Playa is Papa’s work, but it is also the only funding we have. So far, the plan stands that in July, we will return to Long Beach to enjoy our usual summer activities, and then return to Playa for the school year. After that, our plans our open-ended. I’ve been seriously eyeing Argentina. Pop likes French Guiana; somewhere in the Caribbean. I’m mostly thinking of how my blog won’t be able to be called “Maia In Playa” any longer. It will just be “Maia Everywhere”, which I’m completely convinced will do just fine for a title. Do you have any suggestions?

Mum just informed me that we had a big issue with our mortgage on our house back in Long Beach that Papa lives in and rents out to two college students. “In every aspect of our lives, [I] can feel God’s hands upon us.” The mortgage company basically told Pop not to sweat the payment, which relieved a wallowing burden from his shoulders. Everything we’ve done and learned in the last four years seemed to really prepare us for our new life. Now, I’m so used to major lifestyle shifts that I barely notice them anymore. What I have noticed though, quite profoundly, is that life is a whirlwind of adventure if you seek the thrill and fulfillment of a life lead by Christ. And heck, my adventure is just beginning- I’m fourteen for gosh’s sakes!

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