Immigrant life has been illuminating to say the least. Sometimes l have to pinch myself because it seems that the past five years have just flown by. Technically, it is 5 years and 4 months to the day we left the U.S in search of greener pastures. Long time readers know that we got tired of the rat race, and things really came to a head after my sister’s passing. Our dreams of travel had somehow gotten pushed into the background and we found ourselves saddled with jobs, cars, house (no white picket fence though) and 2 dogs instead of little human beings.
Three months after my sister died, Federico’s dad also passed away. At that point, I had come to hate my retail pharmacist job. It was no longer fun, and actual patient care became came secondary to company greed. It was more important to sell patients crap from the front store, and pharmacists became salesmen. We were basically asked to bully people into buying medication, something that left a sour taste in my mouth. It was time to get the hell out of Dodge. So we did!
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