I'm staring at a blank screen, trying to think of the best way to explain my life. An introduction to why at 28 years old, i'm living in Mexico with my two kids, away from my family,friends, and the life that i had built. My hubby was deported in January 2008 and six months later, we decided to make the move and join him. My hubby isn't a criminal, or a bad person... but was a kid who made wrong decisions and paid the price. Ten years later, it haunted him and finally, after trying diligently to rectify the situation, he was put on a bus and left at the border. So now, a year later, my kids and I, who speak little Spanish, or at least butcher it, are living in an outdated house in the center of Mexico.
I'm on the brink of insanity.........
- Refried Dreamer
- I've been living in Mexico now for about a two years with my hubby and 2 kids. Not exactly by choice, but we're here nonetheless. Luckily, I live with quite a few of the accomodations that i was used to in the states. In spite of those convienences, we also have a water tank with asbestos, outdated electricity, massive amounts of dust, caterpillars that burn your skin, and thousands of windshield washers on every street corner. My kiddos and I are learning to speak spanish and adjust to life away from our family and friends in the States.