It's official.
C. recieved his background check from the state of Ohio declaring that he is indeed, NOT , a felon.
Whew.
(C. needed this letter to give to the Visa- granting Mexican government.)
Here's the bug that almost took us out last night.I just bought two swimsuits (online). In November. That I will wear in December.
Thumbs up to the weather here, friends. THUMBS UP.
All's well. Nice laid-back weekend.
Highlights:
Nothing new with me.
Worked.
Ate.
Painted my toenails.
Watched The Office.
Blogged.
Talked to my sister.
Did Laundry.
Who says living in MX isn't exciting?!
(Click to make larger)For the first time in my life, I feel like I'm doing what I want to do.
I'm living my life for myself and for my husband.
And, I'm happy.
It is a an invigorating, energizing and amazing feeling -- to get up, like your job and be proud that you're trying something new.
I only wish that my loved ones can experience a contentedness like this. Change is not for everyone, but everyone does have choices. I'm glad we made this one.
Yeah, there are a ton of things that are unresolved right now.
Yeah, there isn't a lot of certainty right now.
Yeah, it's a transitional period, but I ask for your understanding.
In no way am I attempting to ignore or vanish from the relationships that I hold so dear, instead... I am, we are, getting our lives together.
The logistics and complications that are involved with this transition are sometimes overwhelming and weigh heavy--however, they're temporary. Truly.
I appreciate any and all of the support that you've given to myself and C.
Thank you for your patience and unconditional love.
(As always, click to make larger.)I'm back from Ohio.
It was a whirl-wind visit. Flew in Thursday night, left for Cinci Friday a.m., (my friend B. got married), had the rehearsal stuff on Friday, got the computer fixed, had the wedding on saturday, picked up the computer, shopped for necessities and had a quiet "with-my-husband" dinner, got back to Toledo late Sunday night, ran one million errands and got my life together on Monday, and packed and left early this a.m.
I'll post more later.
There are now time share salesperson's IN the grocery store. At Mega.
Pick up some milk, bread...oh yeah, and a time share.
Wow.
(Please re-read the title of this post.)
(Where the house will be built. The back will face that mountain/canyon.)
(Inside of the house - a picture of a picture)
(Outside of the house. There are no garages here, really. See that little cover to the left of the front window? On the side of the house? That's where the washer and dryer go...outside of the house. Crazy different. I love Mexico.)Today, my sister and I will be heading out and taking a look at a possible place for C. and I to live. It's a 2 bedroom, 2 bath condo. Let's cross our fingers!
One of the concerns here is that there is NOTHING on the market. We got a call this a.m. that this was available and we'll check it out at 4. Hopefully it's nice and works out. If not, hopefully something else works out.
Four more nights, and I will see my husband, my dog, my house, my bed, my stuff and my other life. (**smile**)
I love it here, but I must admit - going home is worrisome for me--only because it's when I'm actually physically there that I miss my "old" life.
I'm much better with change. Make the decision, DO it, be done. Don't look back. MOVE on. I'm not good with waffling back and forth - and until C. gets here permanently, I feel as if going back and forth is "waffling." You know? I much prefer he comes here. (But then again, it's good to get out of this little place every so often. Everyone says it's absolutely necessary to do so.)
It's such a weird feeling to know that my life is now here (though not 100% of it), yet I still have some "life" back there.
I'm ready for both of my lives to meet up. Here. In Cabo.
I'm bracing myself though, I don't want to be overly sentimental about everything I own. You know? I have a feeling this will happen. Pictures on the wall, my dining room table, my bathroom, my bathTUB, all of my favorite things...
Ugh. This is going to kill me.
Hmm...
Tonight at dinner, an older, middle-aged white woman wearing an ill-fitting halter dress (complete with the obligatory vacation lobster-colored back sunburn), drank entirely too much red wine, shimmied and sang to a mariachi trio that played ALL of the verses of the ever-popular Mexican hit, "La Bamba."
Two thumbs up to that lady.
Definitely an exciting dinner with the fam.
I'm not kidding - I'd say the average height of a Mexican man is maybe 5' 5". I'm not kidding.
There are days I feel like a GIANT here.
(Other story: On the way to the airport there was a very large cow dead on the side of the road.)
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