It may seem odd to you when I tell that I am leaving Mexico for San Diego, California. I have lived full-time in mainland Mexico since 2007. About six years in all. And the first three of those years were very exciting. I traveled from the border of the United States all the way south to the border of Guatemala.
Then in 2008 I went from the Yucatan Peninsula to Israel. And stayed in Israel for 2+ months. My Cousin Jacky met me in Israel and we had a grand time visiting with our Israeli relatives.
On returning from Israel to Mexico, I traveled from the eastern coast all the way to Mexico's Pacific Coast. That was when I found the Pueblo of Aticama and met my friend Weng and her family. That trip across Mexico is when I decided to make Mexico my home. And for the next two years, that's what I did.
In September, 2010, my life began to unravel. That was when my son David died. I never really came all the way back to my old self after that terrible event. David was a major part of my life. I returned to his home [which I thought of as my home], every year. Then David was gone, and my home went with him.
For me, it has been a challenge to anticipate my life's changes. Of course I knew that I could not go on living as an RVing vagabond forever. Something would happen. But what would that something be?
After the double murder of Panchito and his dad, Don Pancho, my Home Camp was no longer the same. I knew in my heart, that I would not be coming back here next year.
That's when I decided to move from Mexico to San Diego. I had to get to a place where my life would be easier. Where I might be able to stop being a vagabond and live a more relaxed life. A less mobile life.