el primero

what better time to start a blog than while procrastinating during the end-of-bimester-crunch at an english language school in western mexico?

so why a blog? before i came to mexico, i was content to bore only myself with daily journaling. now people want to know if i'm alive and those sorts of things... i guess it was also a recent surge of self-importance at realizing that i am now technically a grown-up and no one really cares what i do so i may as well do whatever the hell i want. and doesn't everyone have a blog anyway?

i guess i can say that big things are happening in my little life here. of course i'm pretty settled in by now - know my way around (which is to say that there are approximately a half dozen places for a person like me to go in this medium-sized city, and i've been to all of them) and am becoming known at the school as something of a crazy (really the truest sign of being habituated) and am starting to reap the psychological benefits of Living Abroad. To wit:

1) everywhere is just a place under the sky
2) my parents had complete lives before i came along and had no idea who i would be until i got here
3) the concept of efficiency does not directly translate in mexican
4) no one is going to grade me on my life, except me (i'd give it a solid B+ right about now)

there are some others that i can't remember. i'll keep you posted.

other big things: i'm toying with the idea of staying here longer. my justification would probably relate to Revelation Number Four - i am really only responsible for myself, so why not stay here longer? people have certainly spent a lot longer in places they like much less than i like guzman, at least so far. i don't have to start grad school for another couple of years, and heavens knows my spanish is deplorable enough to benefit from a few extra months of practice.

and yes, there is also a guy in this equation; i'm still kind of amazed that things are progressing between the two of us even despite the fact that i used every stray eyelash, shooting star and 11:11 (and even a 14:14 when my watch was on military time) to wish for him in my life in the way he is now - and it's funny how exactly when i surrendered to the notion that the most fulfilling relationship we'd ever have would be friendship was when things went a little further. i know what terrible karma it is to base my plans on a man (and even worse to talk about these kinds of things in a blog, but i'm new at this so hopefully the Internet Karma Police will let me off with a warning this time) but you never know how choices lead to experiences. of course this is coming from a person who decided to teach English in Latin America by putting some options in a hat and drawing one at random (well, to be fair, i did a little centering meditation beforehand) so there are probably less-informed ways of deciding one's fate.

anyway, nothing's set in stone. but really, what's a year? (but really, how else could a 20-something woman end her first blog entry than with a rhetorical question a la Carrie Bradshaw?)