January 2018 was when I moved to Mexico. I had wanted to do this a long time ago. Now that I am retired, or whatever that means, I took the plunge and made the big move. I’ve settled in Ajijic, Jalisco, Mexico: partly because of it’s expat population that I’ve read about and partly because of it’s climate, which has often been called the world’s second best. The third thing is the that I can afford to live in Mexico and I can’t afford to live in the U.S. any more. These things now have priority: learn to take it easy and relax, concentrate on living healthy, speak Spanish and paint. This blog is a way of tracking my journey.
I spent almost a year preparing for the move. De-stashing month after month my possessions, memories, valuable things, and junk I loved. Every month I would by a suitcase with spinners and practice packing it. In the end it cost a lot of money to take what was left of my world on the plane. I had very few clothes, tons of art supplies, my computer, light table, scanner, xdrive and some important papers. The rest never made it to the suitcases. Funny, I wanted to take a very tiny creamer that I used to push 1/2 a stick of butter in it and leave it on the counter so it would be ready to spread, At the last minute I decided to leave it. I actually knit a little sleeve for it. It broke my heart to let it go and I don’t understand why. Symbollicaly, I guess it was just another thing I did not allow myself to hold on to. It was the end of an old life and the beginning of a better one.