I tend to be very emotional around this time because eleven years ago, on June 25th, 2010, I moved to Mexico. It all started as an adventure, and I did not know I would end up moving for good. Looking back, I feel that I lived so many different lives and met so many people from which I learned something. During the five years that I lived in Mexico, I grew the most, and I overcame many of my fears. I got an AWESOME job in the aerospace industry (which I knew nothing about, but I’ve come to learn so much, thanks to many great people who supported me). That job brought into my life good friends and the authentic experience of living and working in Mexico.
I got married in Mexico. I ran half a marathon in Mexico. I learned how to drive in Mexico (TJ, to be more precise, and boy, I learned quickly!). I lived by the ocean and learned to appreciate quiet evenings listening to the waves crashing into the shore. Mexico was the best thing that happened to me, and I would not change a thing, not even those difficult experiences that every expat goes through.
Five years later, after living la vida loca, I suddenly became a mature and responsible adult living in the United States. Filing taxes, paying $$$ for insurance, rent, and all the good things that come with living here. California is now my home. Here, I got a job in education, went for my master’s degree, and became part of an extended family.
Living abroad is a constant learning experience. Although when looking back, all the good memories come to my mind, being far away from my home country and my loved ones is something that I still struggle with every single day. Life is not about having everything you want, but learning how to take what you have and turn it into memorable experiences.