So, confession. I’m one of those former brides that is totally obsessed with their wedding pictures. I have them littering my house and set as my background on my computer (all 15 of them). I’m in the process of scrapbooking, making albums, making photobooks (yes, all plural). It’s a little absurd.

Whenever I’m having a bad day, I look at my favorite picture, and it let it transport me back to that moment.

Like today. It’s not a bad day, per se. But, it’s rainy and dreary. I’m tired. My lover is far away from me. Work is hectic. And I’m being forced to accept that fact that winter is rearing its ugly head.

But, then I look at this picture, and life is all better again.

So, I’ve decided I want to live here. Forever. And never come back to yucky, dreary, tired, stressful, cold days.

While it would be nice to live on the beach in Mexico, what I really mean is that I want to live life that relaxed and happy. That in love. Looking into the eyes of a man who adores me. Sigh.

In that state of mind, all the bad things fall by the wayside: the dreary days and cold weather don’t matter, and the tasks and to-dos building up can’t defeat me.

1 Comment on Living in Mexico

  1. Addison
    November 4, 2010 at 1:51 PM (7 years ago)

    Awww, Julia~ What a precious revelation. I’m so excited for you in this sweet stage of life.
    Miss you, dear friend!


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