Going Home

There is going to be no end to this particular post.. I don’t know what will happen next. 

I took a taxi from the bus station in Guadalajara to the community of San Antonio.  The taxi driver was lovely,  and while he seemed to understand the address.. he struggled with my English saying “we go to Walmart, turn left and then left again at the light”.  He was certain that it was down further..   But, we eventually got there. 

Wendy and Ross live in a lovely complex.. their house is amazing and the pool.. again with the word amazing! 

But they were also a little pushy.. (ok.. they were also a little happy!) and they insisted that life there was what ever you wanted it to be.  The weather was perfect, so, you could go swimming, or walk along the lake.  You could visit the very artsy town of Aijiji where artists from all over the world worked on and/or displayed their art.  You could head further north and buy your food from people who made it, or south, along the lake and be embraced by all that Mexico has to offer.  You could hire someone to fix your drain or your light very easily.  You could hire someone to clean for you.. affordably and actually improve their quality of life.  


They bought fresh fish, across the street.  They bought produce from the farmer, or packaged goods from the US and Canada.. Kraft dinner.. whatever… also across the street.  

Across the street were good restaurants, a mechanic, and 

two real-estate offices.
 “Barabara is lovely” Wendy assured me. 

“I have no money” I assured myself. 

But it wasn’t enough.. and I couldn’t resist.  And now I am waiting to go home. 

I will be living right behind Walmart.  I will be living two blocks from the lake.  I will have a pool just outside my gate.  I will have a big kitchen, a studio,  two bedrooms and three bathrooms .. 

MY place comes fully (and beautifully) furnished. 

So now I wait. 

I wait in my little studio apartment.. I wait to gather up the money so that I can finally have a place of my own.  I wait.. probably until April. 

And then?

Then, I go home.


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kimley said…
How exciting. I'll have to come visit. Xx
November 7, 2016 at 2:37 AM
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