The response to our Gofundme Campaign has been awesome to say the least. We are a week in and we have hit $1120, enough for one ticket for sure. So many people are supporting my family I cannot help but feel truly loved. We have had some really hard times here in Bolivia and we are really so very close to getting out of here. The financial aspect of it all is overwhelming, as I have said before. We rent and most our furniture and appliances belong to relatives so we are not going to recoup much from the sale of belongings. Couple that with what people are willing to pay for things and we are where we are. The cost has been prohibitive for me to visit my family in the states alone all these years, now trying to do it with six people is nerve racking. Like, how am I supposed to believe the airline only has 7 seats left for every flight between now and September. Really, couple that with airfare being double what it was when I last came here and I can only bring one checked bag now? Wow!
Include it all with the typical school issues my kids have, which now that my daughter goes to school with the boys, seems to be escalating. I had hoped that the bullying issues would disappear for my daughter, nope, she has a corn fed boy bully that just won’t leave her alone. I got into it with the bully’s mom last week after my daughter scratched him in the face defending herself. No mention of the bruise on her eye she got when he punched her in the face, first. But, that is okay, he is a boy, right? I did not let it go this time, I told them exactly why I was so angry. Every single time one of my kids gets into an argument or a scuffle it is the fault of my children, they did it all, including the bruises and scratches on their own bodies. I had never complained because, well kids are kids. But, when a boy three times as wide as my borderline malnourished 6 year old daughter is blaming it all on her, there is no keeping me quiet. What do I expect though from a country that has a problem with violence against women? All I can think is the sooner we get the kids out of here the better.
I am tired of all the things that come with being a gringa in this country. Being sneered at for being a Yankee. While most people that frequent our home actually know that I am not some rich snob taking advantage of a cheap living situation. Yet, when people see the color of our skin, that is what they think. I go to the grocery store to buy things instead of going to the cheap markets, because I know I am paying the same amount of money as everyone else that shops there. I call it the tourist tax…Sadly, I cannot afford that tax, I must admit it would be nice to live one day like a tourist and not have to live hand to mouth. At least we have all our bills paid. We have nothing left to save, but our children are not begging in the streets or working instead of going to school like so many others that are less fortunate in this country.
So no matter how hard life gets, there are always those that are worse off. I try to remind myself how truly blessed we are to have a roof over our head and food on the table, even if the kids sometimes complain about said food. It is amazing how much change and positive things can come from our darkest times. I am really looking forward to what lies ahead for us, because after Bolivia, I think I can do anything.