I’m fooling everybody, but not myself.
I’m pretending to be in Mexico right now, although I’m actually vacationless in Connecticut, working on a magazine project and some books for clients. People staying at the house through the entire month of July are feeding me photos daily. It’s heaven.
So now I have revived my Instagram page with daily photos! From little detail shots to wide angles that let me track the progress of our Foxtail Palm, the images are like tiny candies emerging from a vending machine, one by one. I add my touch with the Instagram filters and upload them. Just as if I were there.
“Are you in Mérida?” my friends in Mérida would ask. “No,” I have to admit. “Just fantasizing.”
You can see from the photos that the house is filling up. We have plants, and artwork. A coffee table arrived yesterday. A combination of designers and friends are helping me out. (Some of these friends I made through this blog, so I do recommend blogging if you’re new in town.)
I made some impulse buys on Liverpool’s website, while sitting at my desk in Bridgeport. Sometimes I wake up wondering what city I’m in, even though I haven’t traveled in six months. After five years of traveling to Mexico every three months, I’m actually enjoying Mérida from a distance.
The pressure to decorate quickly is over because we abandoned the idea of renting it out after July. With a house sitter and friends, which whom I will trade favors and slip money, the bills will be paid and maintenance and repairs will be kept up. I have to make up a list of all the ongoing projects to keep focused: A running toilet, some chukum that’s fallen, peeling paint on the garage, some light sockets that that love to murder our LED bulbs. It’s a relief also because we didn’t design the house to be a rental. We just saw so many other really lovely homes being offered on Airbnb that we started to wonder if we were leaving money on the table. But layering the house with the kinds of decor we see elsewhere is just too challenging from this desk in Bridgeport.
We’ve spent but three weeks in our Mérida house, and it’s already over a year old. We’re not getting any younger, ourselves.