Guerrero, Mexico

The girls taking the public transportation to the swimming pool with their cousins. (February 2015)

Tlaxcala, Mexico

Erika picking out pan dulce at our favorite panaderia. (January 2015)

Bend, Oregon, United States

Our family photo taken in Drake Park with all three of my daughters (October 2014)

San Francisco, California, United States

Enjoying the beautiful view from the top of Twin Peaks (July 2015)

Palenque, Chiapas, Mexico

Exploring the ruins of Palenque during our Great Mexican Road Trip. (May 2014)

Saturday, March 26, 2022

Writer's Block and Perfectionism

The two biggest obstacles stopping me from posting a million things every day. I've been living my best life for months now and yet I struggle to share stories from our newest adventures .I think it just takes sitting down and doing it and publishing it and come what may. I'm currently sitting in my home office working on translating documents for a gentleman from Venezuela who is applying for asylum from one of the hardest countries in the world, the United States of America. Immigration is still my passion and my life's work. I'm not a glorious attorney and I never will be one. I'm content to support them and work behind the scenes as their trusty paralegal. It's been 8 years since José and I went through his immigration process when we lived in Mexico for the first time in 2014. Looking back now, it feels like it was lifetimes ago. 

We never in a million years believed that we would be back here living once again but here we are and we're happy! And I don't mean happy in a casual, I'm happy kind of way but I'm happy and I could shout it from the rooftops kind of joy. José also shares my joy but our youngest one does not. Not one little bit and it could be due to being a teenager or a myriad of other reasons. I think she suffers from the green is always greener in xx place. Right now she wants to return to the United States and that is the last place we want to be. It's going to be a long three and half years to freedom.

It all started with the pandemic. When life as we know it went from normal to "Pre-Covid", "during the pandemic", and what will eventually become the "new normal". I had been working at home for a year in the pandemic and it made me realize that there were so many options out there. I loved it! I could throw a load of laundry in during my break or get dinner started on my lunch break. I wasn't spending an hour driving to and from work, I could spend the whole day in my yoga pants (bad idea in hindsight-the 19 in COVID is the number of pounds I gained during the pandemic). I started looking into visa requirements to Portugal. It is a  European country that allows you to work remotely, you can quietly homeschool if you keep your head low, the cost of living was affordable for our budget, and Portuguese isn't that different from Spanish, right? I applied for a visa while we were here in Mexico on a visit because the Embassy was easier to access than the Consulate back in the States. Back and forth for three months and they ultimately denied my visa application because I could not provide proof of a long term rental contract. We had plans to buy soon after arrival so that was out of the question for us, not to mention who signs a year contract without seeing the place in person? 

All I know is that I needed out of the United States. After the last Administration, my skin was still crawling from all the crazies who had come flying out of the closet and I was severely depressed by my fellow countryfolks. So much anger and hate and judgment. We decided that we'd leave for Mexico since I was already a permanent resident and they all had their passports. I was planning on telling my bosses that I was leaving in December but one of my bosses beat me to it. Then our law firm went from four to one. I was asked to stay on until the summer to help with transition since I had been there from the almost beginning. So May 31, 2021 became our D-Day.



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