I was on a brief high the other day when I booked our next flight to Mérida. But every high has to crash, and that’s what’s happened to me. Now, I have to wait for the trip.
So to kill time, I watch my RSS feed for more blog posts out of expatville and feel sad that a lot of the old reliables aren’t posting so much these days. It’s sad, but not surprising.
Most blogs last under three years or so before running their course. Maybe that’s the case with some of the Mérida bloggers. They’ve run out of things to say. Or more likely, they’re just feeling more and more exposed after years of sharing private thoughts and personal photographs with the rest of the world. Bloggers enjoy sharing these things because it stimulates conversation, and we enjoy creating something with a social element while sitting in our pajamas. But sometimes, a tinge of regret may set in and we wonder if we’ve overshared.
I try to keep the blog fairly innocuous. You’ll notice a lack of proper nouns here because I don’t like to name names. As a newcomer, my perspectives might be off the mark, but very rarely do I actually intend to stir things up. I have met few people who deserve gushing praise or sweeping condemnation. Unintentionally, however, something I think of as harmless turns out to be actually quite divisive. And a complete newcomer would be astonished at what counts as divisive around here. Now that I’m a little more knowledgable about things, I’ve seen it in newbies who are newer than me. They will unknowingly step into a landmine, and it’s all done in all innocence and with good intentions. But no one wants to go online and offer some context for the record.
It’s not false humility to say, once again: I remain highly unqualified to blog about Mérida. This blog so far remains a collection of musings from someone who dreams of being in Mérida, one day, and is learning something new all the time. A year-and-a-half in, and six months after finding a property which we finally signed on at Christmas, we’re still feeling like we’re new in town and still don’t know nuthin’ bout nuthin’. And there’s a lot of things I just don’t want to know.