Cloudy in paradise

It’s a rainy cloudy day in paradise. I’m making some friends here in Pescadero/Todos Santos, but feeling homesick. Getting here was exciting, but now reality is hitting.  Do I want to live here, or only be here part time? It is a different culture, different language, different land, food and ways. The contrast of gringo life and poor native people is hard on the heart. The site of a young girl in town who walked into an industrial container which was her home won’t leave me heart. I miss my own child and continue to feel heartbroken that we are not in relationship. It’s one of those days. Comforting words are welcome.