Walking through our newsroom at work, I sometimes think about how I’ll miss all that buzz and clatter when I finally move to Mérida. I’m just a team player, I guess. I was just reading about people who bail out of confining corporate jobs to work independently from home, and I can understand the appeal. No one loves being home more than I do. But I’ve never felt held back by collaborating within a group with a defined role. It’s always a good meeting when someone at the table knocks me over with an observation that surprises me.
I joked with my editor, who’s aware of my Casa Nana project, that there will be a time when I’m telecommuting. I can technically access all our pages and stories on my laptop, even from Mérida. “I’ll be working from home, but you won’t know which home,” I quipped. My boss loves to laugh, but she responded to my comment with a scowl. When I finally move into Casa Nana, it will be after our work relationship is severed. She wants me in the room if I’m going to be earning a paycheck.
If we want to afford the increasingly expensive middle-class Mérida life, I’ll need an income, and it probably won’t come from an office job and a steady paycheck. If my [Read more…]