A Moving Decision is probably one of the best thought our and well written blog posts that I have ever read about moving to a foreign country. Nancy Levin’s post totally resonates with me. I found myself nodding while I read the part about the phone company shutting off service to another ex-pat for non-payment. It’s the same here, if your bill doesn’t reach you, well, you’re still obligated to pay in a timely manner. Right now I am wondering if I need to go to CFE tomorrow to pay the electric bill or if I should wait a little longer in hopes our bill shows up. I think I’ll wait until Wednesday and pay it then.
Nancy’s post is a must read piece for anyone thinking about pulling up roots and moving. Of course, she is writing about living in a small town in Ecuador. Merida is huge modern city with a Costco, Sam’s Club and Home Depot, name a modern big box store, it’s probably here or it’s Mexican equivalent. the underlying principles still apply.
My fantasy existence in Mexico included dressing like Frieda Kahlo, maybe looking like Angelina Jolie in Original Sin in all in romantic white.I envisioned myself going to the mercado daily while vendors came to my door purveying all sorts of exotic produce. The reality being that you can buy anything you want in the mercado as long as it’s tomatoes,onions, potatoes or cilantro . An exaggeration,but I really did expect several varieties of tomatoes, they are native to Mexico, after all.
Do not get the idea that I am unhappy here. The reality of my life is so much richer than I imagined. I have the large colonial, the housekeeper and the gardener. However, I do not have my grandchildren, my children and my beloved RenFaire and Dickens’ Fair, in exchange I have leisure and opportunity for growth. I still get to see my family and with the internet, I can call them every day if I wanted to.
On the forum,Yolisto,, newbies often ask, ” Why Merida?”. Or they want to know if people have tried other cites and then want a comparison. We’ve spent a month in both Panama and Ecuador and we’re still here. Neither of those places were bad, in fact they both have stuff to offer that the Yucatan doesn’t but neither was so much better that we wanted to move.
Maybe it’s inertia, we’ve been here a long time. We understand how things work here. We’ve cracked the code. We know that todo derecho only sometimes means straight ahead,but more often means “the place you’re seeking isn’t near here, maybe it’s over there”. When we ask when some item will be restocked, we understand that fifteen days can really mean two weeks or it can mean “who knows?”. Mañana literally means tomorrow but what it really means is “not today”.
Speaking of mañana , I started this post about fifteen days ago and meant to finish it the next day. I am much more acclimated than I ever imagined.