I've been in Mexico 7 months now. I can finally say I feel settled. There are, of course, still things to sort out.
When you move to a new country there seems to be a never-ending list of processes to
complete.
But, still, I now wake up feeling more "at home."
There are still waves of grief that ebb and flow, mostly around being so far away from my adult children.
I imagine this might always be part of my journey here.
But that is also being soothed by the clear
realization that this move to my ancestral home was also a gift for them, one that is beginning to bear fruit.