Soy Una Persona Buena o Muy Estúpida
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Mexico City, Central Mexico and Gulf Coast, Mexico
Saturday, August 21, 2010
Thought I'd write this entry at two different times in the day to say what I think will come of this day and what really does.
Yesterday, 11am...
Just finished packing up the last of my things. Wasn't too huge of a job considering I don't have things like my recording equipment, art, or furniture (which I've barely been able to use as I haven't managed to just stay 'home' these past 2 years) but have also had to move around 4 times in the past 3 years for 'home' changes. Anyway, here, I just have groceries, clothes, two $40 guitars, laptop,couple cameras, and dog stuff.
My landlord should be arriving soon to take the bed out of the apartment for her best friend with a horrible back problem to use - she's slightly less crazy than my landlord, but considering they've been friends for 20+ years, well, you are the company you keep. By the way, my landlord has a little dog…I feel really sorry for it.
10 minutes later...
While typing my landlord showed up. In a great mood as usual with every time we first say hello, calling me "bonita, mi vida" yadda yadda and came along with her bad-backed sidekick. We just talked about what time they should come for the bed, key, and when I will have all of my stuff out. 6pm it is.
The next day…
At 6:15pm she showed up with a different friend to collect my key and we are in the mist of moving out the last things to our cars - couldn't take the bed at that time for whatever reason. To make a long story short, I believe that I paid for the month of august which would mean I was losing out on about 3000 pesos by leaving early for her. The problem is that I didn't have the receipt. So when I brought it up, she began to literally foam at the mouth. Her wires began to spark and I expected some major robot transformation or for her to burst into a million bats and shit all over me. Anyway, neither of those things happened to my surprise, and I learned a very valuable lesson today - ALWAYS keep your receipts. :)
So last night I slept at my dear friend Pedro's house where I will be staying until the boy and I can hopefully move into our new place on Monday. However, in classic Mexican form, we were supposed to go see the owner of the building last night to sign the contract and when we called him to pick a time, first couple times he didn't answer and eventually just turned his phone off. So, I'm not fucking counting on it. But here I am at a cafe and one of my friends walks by. He takes a seat and I'll tell him what's going on with me right now and he says he's got an apartment for us just a 10 minute walk from where I just finished living. So, I'll have to investigate. I gotta say, the thing I hate most about not having a place to live, is that fact that everything I own here is in my jeep which you can literally unzip. Dearest truck, you are fantastic for my adventurous life, but you suck for security.
While moving out yesterday, all the people I know from the bar below me were all giving me weird looks and asking what I was doing. They assured me they'd be there waiting for my return.
Poppa bear is gonna fly to Mexico City on September 1st ish, where we will then drive up to Texas and cross all the way over to LA. He's got some people to see in Palm Springs and I've got a few house calls around California to attend to. Then he'll drive my jeep back to Vancouver and I'll fly back to Mexico City to continue my domestic life. While that last sentence is dripping with distain, I admit, this is good practice for a gal like me to settle down once in a while or one day, I'll be 40 years old, horribly single, but hell, will I have ever seen the world.
Leonard Cohen just came on the stereo at the cafe I'm at. Impressive.
Like a bird on a wire
like a drunk in a midnight choir
I have tried in my way
to be free.
