In 15 days I will have lived in Mexico City for three years.
I still remember the day I jumped into the "shuttle" which was really just an old van, on the US side of the Mexican border and took it to the Tijuana Airport to board a flight to Distrito Federal.
James and I had our backpacking bags packed with what clothes we could fit and that was it.
No set jobs.
A few thousand dollars to our name.
Married only three weeks.
And no idea what we were getting ourselves into.
Almost three years later we have a house, a baby, good jobs with full benefits and a solid marriage.
How it happened is all a bit of a blur, but I know there was some blood sweat and tears in there somewhere.
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In thinking about this blog of mine today, I tried to pinpoint what exactly it was focused on. It's called Life en Espanol, which would lead one to believe it was about life in Mexico, but now, after three years here I realize it's just about life.
No "in Mexico" needed.
I'm at the point with living here where it is not new anymore, it is not strange or different or unique that I live in a foreign country; because that country is no longer foreign to me.
It just is.
This is just life.
It is my day to day and it is what I know.
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I couldn't tell you exactly when that shift happened for me, but whenever it did, I am thankful for it.
A glimpse back into our first month in Mexico:
New to the city and our first time trying a Cubano and Michelada... so delicious.
Happy Travelers
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