Four years ago today, I arrived in Mexico.
Six weeks later, I had a job offer and a new guy in my life
One year later, I was engaged to marry that guy — kind of terrified, but happy.
Two years later, I was a newlywed, and together we were surviving the bad economy and my husband's layoff.
Three years later, he had a new gig and we had just decided to expand our family.
Four years later, here I am, in my new apartment, with a three-month-old baby who just laughed out loud for the first time.

FOUR YEARS. That, to me, is a long time to be in one place. In fact, the last time I lived in the same city for four years straight was sometime bridging junior high and high school. I always enjoy discovering a new place, but I guess this time I chose someplace so huge and dynamic that there will always be something new to discover. That's what I've always said I love about Mexico City — you never know what's going to happen — be it good or bad. I mean, best case scenario, you might even find a job, get married and have a laughing baby! What could possibly be next? And what more proof do you need that my theory about the wild unpredictability of this place is true?

Coming to Mexico was definitely the best move I ever made — considering that it made all the other best moves I ever made possible (going out with, then marrying my Fran, having my wonderful W, etc.) I am so grateful to my mom who helped me get here when I needed to get here. Great things just happened for me so quickly. I could tell God was smiling on my decision. He set everything in motion and I am so thankful.


W is unfazed by my longevity in Mexico. His lion, on the other hand, is really something.