I got my first real break at Costa Rica resort in Costa Rica: Restaurant owner’s daughter-in-law

My first real job in Costa Rico was working at the local restaurant.

I was 19.

It was a great time, but at the time, I was a complete mess.

I had no friends.

I didn’t know how to communicate with anyone.

It felt like a life without meaning.

I knew I needed to change.

So I took the next step.

When I got back to the U.S., I got a job at a food truck, where I made my living.

I made about $50 an hour.

My parents didn’t have enough money to support me, so they gave me $500 to live in Costa Rican refugee camps for three months.

That was the start of my journey back to America.

It’s been about seven years now, but it’s still one of the most fulfilling things I’ve ever done.

I’ve learned a lot about my new country, and I love it.

I’m still trying to find my footing in my new life.

I hope my story inspires others to stay in their country, even if it’s just for a short time.