The suitcases are everything I took with me to Mexico. They sit in a row–the only thing left in my beautiful art studio before I flew to Mexico. I sold, donated or gave away everything else I owned. That was in January 2018. It was a scary but energizing time. I had dreamed of doing this for a long time. I felt I should try something big and unknown while I still could.
I moved to Jalisco, Mexico: partly because of the great climate and partly because of the the expat population that I’d read about. Two other things motivated me: speaking Spanish and the colors of Mexico. If I could, I would live in a bucket of color.
This blog is a way of tracking my journey. I spent almost a year preparing for the move. I stumbled and fumbled my way south. The move was the end of an old life and the beginning of a better one.