This is just really a mindless ranting/venting post at 4 in the a.m. I knew moving would be like this but it’s been really tough today. I have had my fair share of moves in my lifetime and they never are fun but I have never ever, ever tried to put everything in one car. Oh and by the way, move everything in that one vehicle to another freaKIN’ COUNTRY! Ugh! Stress is high and I’m just running short on time. I have 3 days to be out of my apartment. Uh…but no pressure, hon. RIGHT!
 
The place is a mess. I have managed to separate one side of my living room into things I will potentially take (lots of those things may still get the axe if I feel the pressure of having to pick and choose what goes into my little trusty Sentra) and things that I will see if a consignment store will come and get. I have finally managed to clean out one of my bedrooms, its closets (which is saying alot considering I’m a clothes whore) and the coat closet. And when I say clean, I mean I’ve separated out the things that I will take with me, vs. what is going over my mom’s house and what is going to be sold/consigned. There are things that are in each of those “cleaned” rooms but what’s left is not a concern as far as packing them into my ride.
 
So, it now leaves me with 3 more rooms to go through. A bathroom which I somewhat cleaned out already and just have small things in. A second bedroom which is what has the most stuff in it. It has things in it that will give me the most headache on deciding what to take. It was kinda the storage room for all the things that I take with me on every move I make. All the keepsake items. Which makes it harder to decide on what to keep and what to throw away because you wind up wanting to keep all of it. Then, the next dilemma to hurdle over will be what can fit in my car and what won’t. I look around and everything I see that I want to put in the “keep” pile overwhelms me. It just feels like none of this stuff is going to fit into my car. I’m hoping I’m stressing over nothing and somehow everything will morph itself into fitting in some form or fashion. Thankfully, a friend at work (oops…excuse me, my former place of employment. Yes!) told me about getting the car luggage that you can strap on roof of your vehicle. What a fabulous idea that was. Still wondering why I didn’t think of that myself. What a colossally, humonganoid, awesome idea. So it has saved me on shoes and a couple of shelves I want to take. Maybe those should go. I will after all be able to probably buy those in Mexico. Sorry, talking to myself, but maybe that’s what I will do. If push comes to shove, those will go to the consignment shop too. Anywho, as I was saying….Well, what was I saying? I’m so exhausted. I’m barely able to rub two brain cells together. Guess I’ll make some more headway with packing tomorrow. This post made me feel a little better. Thanks for listening. Good talk.
 
*If there are any misspellings, unintentional offenses or incomplete thoughts/sentences in this post, I do apologize. Getting those two brain cells together is quite challenging at the moment as I am running on gas fumes for energy.

Month notice on apartment…check. Resignation letter handed in….check. Selling items on Craigslist….in progress. Finding an apartment in Cabo San Lucas??????????…..AAAAAaaaaAAAAaaaAah! The sky is falling, the sky is falling. May day, may day we’re going down!!!
 
I’m trying so freaking, fracking hard to keep my head above this rough sea of a topic. I’m at a standstill. My ex-boyfriend, who has become a willing participant in this rollercoaster ride that my life has become, God bless him, asked me this morning what I was going to do. He seemed almost disappointed in the fact that I was so calm about things; considering I’m moving out of KY in about a week and a half and time is continuing to tick tock away. Seeing how I’m about to be jobless, I would be nuts not to be having the same questions thrashing around in my cerebral. After all this is mainly happening to me. Yet, I’m trying to keep it together. When he made his comment I lost it. I feel that I’m trying so hard to keep my mind from hitting the boiling point on the Richter scale of High Anxiety. In my attempt to speak calmly, I presented the question to him….”what do you think I should be doing?” Guess what I got, silence. Why because he doesn’t know any more than I do. So I, failing my attempt, carried a higher tone than I would have liked to, just regurgitated all that has been going on through my mind about the subject. I let him know that if I flip out like he seems to expect me to, that will cause a domino effect of irritation between the two of us. I have to remain positive, it’s all I have. In talking to him, I didn’t want to be cocky but things always manage to work itself out. Doesn’t mean this will but I have to keep up the hope that my luck won’t run out on this. No matter what, I do want this to be something the two of us can calmly figure out and get through together. We manage to get past our spat but it still stirred up my worry once more. I have contacted numerous realtors and have heard nothing. The one that I recently told you about; the one that had a baby? Nothing. Is she taking care of the new family member? Did my email get jumbled with a bunch of others? Who’s to say. I sure can’t. So….I am hoping a miracle from the universe will open up for me.
 
Unbeknownst to the ex I have been communicating with a realtor. But I don’t want to get his hopes up as well as my own. Communication means nothing until I have had a steady trail of emails and phone calls. So far the guy I’ve been emailing with seems very promising. How I found him? I grabbed his card during my last visit to Cabo. Or should I say my ex did. My ex peeped into his open doored office and mentioned that I was looking to rent an apartment. The realtor let him know he not only dealt with buying but also rentals as well. At the time though, he had someone else interested in real estate seated across from him in his office. So at the time I didn’t feel like waiting and put the card in my little burlap purse (that I just love by the way). Completely off topic but whatevs. So yada, yada, yada, I sent him an email Mon. asking (trying to hold back from pleading. Maybe I should try pleading) for a little help finding a place. And that afternoon he wrote me back. What?! Get out! I was so shocked. So I sent him an email back with my wants and don’t wants. Heard from him the next night. What?! Get OUT!! Last I heard from him, which was yesterday, he was going to pass me on along to someone that might better help me with my needs as far as a furnished apartment and something that will take my little pooch. Cross your fingers and toes folks that this keeps up and leads to me having my own roof over my head in sunny Cabo San Lucas.

Well gang I heard from the Etsy seller that I reached out to the other day and it was worth it! The question I had for him was about selling items on Etsy from Mexico. My main issue was how much shipping would be and whether it differed from the shipping options here in the states. He was a wealth of info. He let me know that shipping out of Mexico will be rather pricey (he said about $30) but can be done just as simple as here in the states. They also have DHL, UPS and Fedex as carriers that I can use. I can also use shipping options such as overnight, next day and so forth just like I would be used to here. I’m so happy he gave me this information. It gives me hope that I might be able to sell my glass paintings in Mexico which will hopefully bring me some extra cashola while I’m there. Can’t help but try to put my hand in every cookie jar I can think of that can bring me extra money.
 
I also received the email from my friend’s friend that is living in MX City. She’s helped me get a feel out for what I should expect or what I should look out for. I did have a panicking issue as far as the process of renewing a visitor’s visa for Mexico. When I heard from her she was having to come back to the states for a bit. She didn’t mention how long they had to stay out of Mexico but advised me to speak with my Mexican Consulate about it. When I reply back to her I will see how long she had to stay out of Mexico and some other minor questions that I have. But alas, it is nice to hear from someone that has gone through the same experiences. She did mention one detail that I found interesting. It was about teaching English. I know of TESL (Teaching English as a Second Language, did you know that’s what that stood for? lol) where you can take a 2 year or so course and get a certification for teaching english. But she mentioned there is another path to take where you simply have casual meetings at certain meeting places such as Starbucks or hell, probably even on the beach and teach Conversational English courses. You simply have a convo with someone and correct them when they say things wrong. What?! How simple is that? She said she will try to get the info on that for me as well. Wouldn’t that be awesome? And how simple is that? “The bird flights high in the sky.” “No, Pedro, the bird FLIES high.” “Oh, Gracias, Senora.” “De Nada, Pedro.” I would totally love that.
 
Through this journey, I am the first. Out of everyone I know, I am the first to just up and decide to quit their job, I am the first to want to move to another country and live and I am the first to make the trek to Mexico by driving. To have some helping hands along the way is priceless. To be positively reinforced by those hands is more than relieving. It makes things real and closer to reach. Possible.