We’re getting closer and closer to the time we’ll finally be living in Mérida. Not that we’re making much progress, but as September turns to October, we’re that much closer to our elusive move-down date.
After five solid years of traveling once every three months, we’re on a break. We haven’t been to Mérida since February. But we are planning to return for Christmas and New Years, which makes our difficult absence worth it. I say “difficult” because we both seriously miss Mérida right now. But since we’re still engaged in Mérida live every day, through social media and news sites (like mine).
I haven’t seen my Mérida friends since February. But then, I haven’t physically seen many of my Connecticut friends for as long or longer. And I’ve kept in touch with my Mérida friends more than I’ve reached out to people who live a few miles away. I’m learning how friendship can be sustained without face-to-face contact. These days, technology makes it easier to tell our social circles how we’re doing. And for us to reply with understanding and empathy. Or at least a like or 🙂 at the bare minimum.
For my birthday, I received over a hundred happy-birthday wishes on Facebook. I received exactly one old-school Hallmark card. In fact, it wasn’t even Hallmark. And you know what? I was just as gratified as if I had gotten a pile of cardboard cards in colored envelopes.
Signs continue to indicate that we’re going to want to leave soon. Work for me up here in Connecticut has never been more exhausting, for either of us. We’re at our breaking point, but elder-care issues still keep us here where we are still needed. This hasn’t been the summer of little day trips, either. This could be our last New England summer, and gas is so much cheaper, but Dad was back in the hospital in June and Paul’s mother has needed a lot of attention since a series of strokes in late July. Life happens in Connecticut, just as I know life will continue to happen in Mérida.
But the time spent physically far away Mérida hasn’t been as tough as we’ve thought it would be. Mentally and emotionally, we’re still there. And we saved the price of at least two round-trip tickets!