Help Me Choose A House In Mexico, Part Two

This post is less about you helping me find a house in Mexico, sorry if that's what you were expecting, and more about telling you that we actually found a house in Mexico, or rather an apartment. It wasn’t any of the ones that were previously discussed if you were wondering.   I do feel sometimes like I rush into things, probably why I was so adament that one of those last options was the one. I find that I try to manipulate a situation so that the pendulum will swing in my favor when if I could just pause and reflect, everything will actually work out even better than what I could have imagined.

But being patient can be so very hard sometimes, I say with a shrill to my voice and a puckered frown of course.  I don’t know if it’s the fact that I live in a country that insists upon rapid firing our lives away or is it because I want the newest, the best, the shiniest new thing and waiting is oh so very boring.

I’ve done this with my writing.  As soon as I finished the first draft of my book I wanted someone to read it; I wanted to send it to a literary agent, editor, publisher right away instead of breathing through what I have accomplished. Evaluating the story, the characters for what they have handled and what they haven't and adjust my writing accordingly.  The same thing happens when I move into a new apartment or house, the first thing I want to do is to have it completely decorated, even if that means rushing to buy a painting or a furnishing that I may or may not be completely satisfied with, but the space is filled, I think, and that makes me feel a certain kind of way; more accomplished perhaps; more put together.

I want to learn to slow down, I really do. I want to be able to take my time without that obsessive spiraling need to rush to the end, when things are finished. Why can't I enjoy the fun inbetween moments when things are being figured out. There should be more joy in the journey so that the end result feels like you accomplished something. I think my husband has that tattooed on his ribs actually.

I do believe that I am getting better at the whole taking my time, Rome wasn’t built in a day, why rush it mentality.  The book that I am writing has taken me a lot longer than my previous two.  Even the few literary agents who I have just queried, I took my time in assessing if they would be a good fit for this particular book. I’ve actually decided to work on my fourth draft before I query another so that my word count is correct and there are no blaring flaws that would elicit a resounding, quick answered no. 

All that to say, we did find an apartment (I know, I know, you probably thought I would never get to this part), and it's absolutely perfect.  It's directly across the street from the yoga studio I frequented and fell in love with last summer. You can actually see the sign from our living room window. 

And perhaps the best part is it comes fully furnished: pictures, cutlery, plates, you name it, it’s ours.

Also, there is an underground parking garage, shared pool, and an elevator.

When you first walk inside there is a hallway that leads to the meat of the apartment, but before you even go that far you will stumble across the guest bedroom.

I love the use of the mirrors on the left side that makes the room look way more spacious.  There is also a small dresser that is not pictured.

The master bedroom sits directly to the left of the living room.

I’m in love with having the chandelier in the bedroom and now I don't think my life will be complete if there isn't a chandelier in every bedroom I sleep.

There is access to the balcony from the master bedroom and living room.

An then there's the living room.

I'm in love with the couch.

And of course the kitchen, which also has a washer, dryer hookup.

The apartment is a whole vibe; a vibe I can very much get behind.

This place really did check all of the boxes and is move in ready.  It’s going to take everything in me to not stay in Mexico and never want to leave once the final paperwork is signed in March. Knowing that this little piece of heaven is waiting for me, will hopefully make the school year fly (something that I do wish could be fast forwarded) or perhaps it will move at a snail’s pace because I am just that excited.

I see myself in a flowy darkly printed robe, fluffy slippers, stirring my very dirty vodka olive martini as I perch on the couch reading one of the books I love where all the characters are cruel and behave poorly.

I’m taking applications for a name to call my new home for I really do feel like it’s more of a person than a bunch of inanimate objects who are taking residence at our expense.  Drop your thoughts in the comments, I would love to hear some ideas.

Also, a big thanks to G who has been working tirelessly trying to navigate payment, the peso, the Mexican banks and a plethora of other things I know nothing about, preferring to live in a land of gum drops and chocolate than anything based in the harsh realities of the world. He really has made a dream of mine come true.