Not sure how or why I'm making time to post on my blog right now, maybe its the masochist in me? The same masochist that insists on postponing things until the last minute just to see how much it hurts to squeeze it all in to an impossibly short amount of time.

Aside from all the pain I've been putting myself through things are actually quite good right now. Just this morning I sneaked in a couple of minutes of quiet under the morning sun -- actually, it wasn't my idea, I stole it from Oni-dog -- it was really peaceful. I took the opportunity to appreciate life and how it's exploding all around us right now.

If my brain doesn't implode over the next week I'll be fortunate enough to experience some really great changes in my own life. I'm really looking forward to having my frame of mind overhauled in Mexico. Just the thought of being with the people and living how they live has already affected my perception. Just the other day I made a bean burrito for lunch and found myself in that conundrum where the burrito was full but there were still beans left in the container but not enough for a whole burrito. Usually, I'd end up throwing away the 9 cents worth of beans but on this day I stopped to think about the people in Mexico and what they'd do (they don't throw food away. If you're lucky I might one day share with you what my Abuelo does with food). I just couldn't rationalize throwing it away knowing that in a couple of weeks I'm going to be in a place where food is often scarce and 9 cents worth of beans could satisfy a starving person. I saved it. When I went to make a meal the next day I used a rubber spatula to scrape every last bit out of the container, and you know what? it made the perfect burrito!

This might be a practice I'll have to adopt for practical, and not just philosophical, reasons too. As you may have heard/read we're moving to California, Officially! Honestly, I haven't had the time or the energy to put into thinking about it and it just might be a good thing. As disorganized and flighty as I am, I happen to be the "planner" in our relationship, well maybe not the "planner" but the less impulsive one. Dominic, on the other hand, is the fly-by-the-seat-of-your-pants kind of guy. So this whole pack up our lives and move to LA thing without a plan? That was his idea. And since I'm so busy right now I can't really freak out about it or take the time to convince both of us that it's a bad idea (i'm not saying it is, but i'm sure i could come up with an argument). The good news is that we'll probably move right after I get back from Mexico so if we end up living out of our car for a while it just might feel like luxury to me. And since I now know how far you can stretch 9 cents worth of beans, I don't think we'll go hungry either.