Posted: 1/12/21 | January 12th, 2021
Some things just aren’t meant to be. Sometimes, no matter how much you want something, the universe seems to conspire against you.
While I believe you make your own fate, I do think the universe has a way of saying, “Hey, the timing isn’t right. You should rethink your plans.”
So it was with my move to Mexico.
Last year, I wrote how I had planned to move there for the winter.
I needed a mental break, wanted to save money by renting out my apartment, and had a number of friends living there. My goal was to work, eat tacos, have a little social bubble, and spend a lot of time socially distanced at the beach.
But, thanks to a new management company that refused to allow me to sublease my apartment, those plans withered away. And while I’m not above having someone live there “under the radar,” most people in Texas need a car — and a parking pass for my building would definitely require my property management company’s approval.
Thus there would be no winter in Mexico for me.
But I discovered something during this process: Mexico is awesome.
Yes, I know I’m late to this party. So late that the hosts are cleaning the dishes and asking me where the heck I was all night.
Mexico is not some undiscovered land. Nowhere I went could be considered “off the beaten path.”
But while it was not my first time in the country — I’d briefly touched its shores as part of a cruise and once spent three days in a resort on a press trip way back in 2011 — it was my first time really seeing it.