For years I have considered moving to Mexico. For a while I wanted to live in Mérida, the capital of the state of Yucatán. It is a delightful city, but it is TOO darn hot, muggy and buggy in the summer. When Herr Pendejo was elected, I said that I did not want to live in the U.S. anymore. As it turned out I chickened out, but I did start spending almost half the year in Mexico City.
Now I am very fearful for the future of the U.S. I fear that Herr Pendejo will be elected again, or the Florida Pendejo, who could prove to be even more dangerous to our constitutional republic. Even if the Democrats win in the next Presidential election (they REALLY need to come up with a younger candidate), we will still be under an ultra-right-wing Supreme Court whose influence will probably be felt for several more decades.
I came to a decision that it was time for me to get the heck out of here and finally make the move to Mexico. Besides, I am reaching the age where it is time to downsize, and I am beginning to feel like a slave to my garden. Life is so hectic during the months that I am in Ohio. My calendar is full, and I find myself constantly looking forward to being able to slow down and relax on my next trip south of the border.
The prospect of moving is very daunting to me. I have lived in the same house since my parents bought this place when I was three years old. I have NEVER in my adult life experienced moving. It is, quite frankly, frightening. But I figure, most people in the U.S. move several times during their lifetime, and they survive the ordeal. Moving to another country is even more challenging. However, there are around one million U.S. ex-pats living in Mexico, and, again, they have survived those challenges. Many of them are not as familiar with the country, its culture, idiosyncrasies, and language as I am. So, even though I am afraid, I keep telling myself that this is a move that I can and must make.
A few weeks ago, when I had basically decided to make the move, I ordered several books about retirement in Mexico.I garnered some useful information from the books, but, in general, they were disappointing. Half of the pages were devoted to where in Mexico one should retire, and I already know where I want to be... Mexico City.
If you have followed this blog for a while, you know that I was extremely fortunate in finding the apartment that I have been renting down there. Someone that I know, was friends with a couple that lives in Chicago, but has a condo in Mexico City. The husband is Mexican and used to be a pilot with Mexicana Airlines. After Mexicana Airlines went bankrupt in 2010, the condo sat empty most of the time for years. They were reluctant to rent out the condo, but I was highly recommended. They were, I think, a bit hesitant, but they agreed to let me rent their Mexico City place. They were also willing to charge me only for the months that I am there. It was an ideal situation for us both. They know now that they have a very responsible tenant who takes good care of the apartment. I make life easier for them by paying the condo fees and real estate taxes which they then deduct from my rent. The apartment is very comfortable and attractive, fully furnished, and located in a great part of the city. I have truly grown to think of it as my other home.
Of course, I knew that sooner or later they would decide to sell the condo. Before the pandemic they mentioned that they would sell it when the husband retired. They asked me if I would be interested in buying it. At that point I said "no". The pandemic put their plans on hold for a while, but the husband will retire at the end of this year. I talked to the wife on the phone the other day and told her that I would be interested in buying the condo. She said that they would be delighted to sell it to me at a good price. I don't know yet what they will ask for it. I hope that it will be a price that I can afford. I also asked her if they plan on leaving the furniture there. She said everything, right down to the bed linens and dinnerware would be left in place. Wonderful! That means I don't have to worry about moving all my furniture down there. I can simply ship the items I really want to keep and liquidate the rest of the contents of my house up here.
This is not going to happen overnight. I figure that it will be a year or two before I have everything squared away, and I am ready to make the move. Until then, I will continue to split my time between Mexico City and Ohio, as I have done for the last several years.
I really can't believe that I am doing this. It's probably the most daring thing that I have done in my safe, predictable life. I am nervous, but I am also excited!