After years of talking about it, months of debating it and many sleepless nights worrying about it, my little family has relocated to Mexico.
My sister-in-law is a wedding planner, I'm an experienced wedding photographer. Phil wants more time with our baby and more time to write. My brother needs help in his bar. The desire to simplify, the diverse possibilities for work, the potential to live cheaply and to have more family close by were our incentives.
We decided to do it.
Our daughter is young. We are young. We were feeling financially strapped and are unwilling and uninterested in keeping up with the Joneses. If we were to stay in the US, working for someone else, paying other people to raise our daughter, unable to afford a bigger house and stuck in this weird cycle of financial responsibility without much personal joy - then what would we become?
Phil keeps telling people he married me because I do things like this. Yes - I've moved a lot and landed on my feet and had interesting life experiences. Yes, I take chances. But that was all before I had a husband and a baby. The only person affected by those changes and the risks I took to make them was me. I always managed to survive. But you know what, I know that this move is the best thing for us. And we'll be just fine. I think we'll be better than fine and actually thrive.