Finally, I'm free. After the emotional storm I wrote about in my last update, my inner world has received quite the makeover. And now, the outer world I dream of, has room to arrive.

It was a Thanksgiving to remember, one that dished up more than turkey and stuffing and left me with a renewed sense of what it is I'm to focus on next...hopefully with my relationship still intact🤞.

With my final day in Oaxaca approaching quickly, I’m doing my usual mid-November review. In this update, I look back on a 4.5-month ride that should have never been possible with $1000 to my name.

Mingling with the best in the business, renaming my blog, and beckoning the dead back to life with sweet bread and marigolds. This is the (slightly overdue) recap of my previous week in Oaxaca.

Yet another lesson in comfort found me this week. This time it was all about finding comfort in the discomfort and questioning my very notion of what comfort is.

“Never get too comfortable” has been the theme of my week. From moving homes for the fifth time in four months to feeling an inkling that other parts of my life are also asking to shift, this week was the definition of unsettling.

Not the easiest of weeks, this one included a seven-day streak of nervous system-rattling events. But guess what? That’s exactly what I needed. Yes, even that startling oven explosion next door…

The dark unknown is just that. How you paint its walls and what you imagine living in its folds is all just make believe. At least that’s what last week taught me. Here’s another What’s Update from life and living on the edge.

A change of addresses, true love, and a plot twist in my career - what a week! Here’s the latest update from my ever unfolding Oaxaca life.

I'm looping you in on my Oaxaca life, a life that’s taken a surprising turn of late. And it all started with a serendipitous hand-stitched piece of local art and a fated walk to the little cafe that sold it to me.