Mexikyou Day 1 - Torrid emotions

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Ill-Advised Records - Be Careful, the Sun is Setting...

Finally, after so much time, energy, and planning, I've arrived.

Already I'm reminded of why and how much I enjoyed my first trip down to Mexico. Everyone from the border agent who checked my documents to the customs agents who examined my luggage have been friendly and patient with me, especially after I started talking to them in Spanish.

Speaking of which, my Spanish is better than I thought it'd be, even in the aftermath of a long travel day while running on 4 hours of sleep (with several days of only 5-6 hours of sleep before that)! I've still got a long way to go before I reach anything near full fluency, to be sure, but I'm happy to say that I'm more or less conversational~

But let me not be too sanguine here.

The isolation is, in a word, formidable. I know vanishingly few people in Mexico, and none of them reside anywhere near where I've planned to stay. My last few relocations have been softened in their intensity by having friends nearby, but I'm completely on my own out here.

In fact, there's a part of me that's worried this whole endeavor might be one huge mistake, and that I should turn around immediately, aborting my plans and catching the next flight out of the country.

That would be terribly rash, of course: Even if I do abort this operation, I at least want to renew my residency with the immigration office first. I suspect it's chiefly just my fears and anxiety flaring up sharply because of the huge new changes, lingering exhaustion, and maybe some slight cold or chill I think I picked up just before the move.

I've had much more than just this on my mind, however, and want to discuss it very soon, but for now, I should probably just rest...