A city official addresses a huge crowd in front of the Cathedral to inform the public that we’re moving in for good.
It’s getting closer and closer to “go” time! We’re really getting there! It’s coming!
We thought we’d be there already, but we’re not. A lot of you have already decided that we’re not coming at all. But you’re wrong. Wrong, I tell you. We’re coming. It’s happening.
Getting our “old” house packed and on the market has been tough. Emotionally and physically. I personally just want to pour some gasoline and light a match. But Paul has better sense than me.
Of course, I keep forgetting I’m not in Merida. I’m mentally there every day. Each day I spend a couple hours looking for ways to build out my Yucatan Expat Life project. I’m on the phone, or on Skype, several times a week with associates helping me with YEL. I think YEL has lots of potential, and once I’m there, we’ll accelerate it even more.
So really, I’m there already. But still enjoying a glorious New England summer. It’s the best of both worlds.
If you’re still keeping track, no we have not settled into Casa Nana.