Happy Anniversary To Me

It was four years ago today when after a three-day journey, I drove into town with Ollie, Stella, Anya, and Tulip. I arrived in the early evening and decided to save the unpacking for later.

I made myself a pina colada and sat on my beautiful balcony, staring out as the sun set and a magnificent purple night sky appeared. It was my first Vallartan sunset, and it was magnificent as it blanketed the silvery dark blue waters of Bandares Bay.

I sat quietly with the enormity of what I’d just done; of all the aspects now within reach in my new life; of all the changes to come. It’s now my 1461st night here. Four years. My view may have changed, my life certainly has, and I, without question, have.

Sometimes I still can’t believe it. I still can’t believe my bravery. It’s been four years full of highs and lows; happinesses and sadnesses, but it was the right move for me. That hasn’t changed. Maybe not Puerto Vallarta for all eternity, but a resounding yes to Mexico.

It’s odd how at times it feels like beginning that journey and arriving was only yesterday, yet simultaneously a lifetime ago.

Time and change, eh? They sure are funny ol’ things.