A Welcome Ping

(Post 104 of 263. Thanks again to those who participated in the Fundrazr. As I mentioned in the post announcing Bast’s passing from COVID, I thank everyone for your generous donations to the original Fundrazr campaign, which resulted in sponsored 263 posts. I will continue to honour the commitment to write those 263 posts, but I will not commit to more. The link above is to a new campaign to help Bast’s family.)

I woke up this morning to several posts on FB from various government agencies and news outlets announcing that the vaccination for my age cohort was starting tomorrow, according to birth month! That meant I was on day two, this Thursday, between 8 and 6PM. Thursdays are Lulu days, so I figured I’d greet her, then head up to the convention centre to get my jab. Well, I just got a text message from the department of health with an actual appointment. I’m scheduled tightly this week, so it’s great that this should be just a quick outing. It is a teeny bit frustrating that there is a vaccination centre two blocks from my house, but based on my postal code, I have to go all the way up to the convention centre — I’m not complaining, though!

They are telling me to bring printout of my CURP card and vaccination registration form, and also official ID (I’m bringing both my PR card and my CDN passport). And because I’m a belts and suspenders gal, I’ll probably bring a couple of proofs of address, like my latest utility bills. I’ve only heard of non-citizens having problems getting their jab in small villages, so I don’t expect any trouble, but it’s good to be prepared for anything!

Initial House Plans

(Post 103 of 263. Thanks again to those who participated in the Fundrazr. As I mentioned in the post announcing Bast’s passing from COVID, I thank everyone for your generous donations to the original Fundrazr campaign, which resulted in sponsored 263 posts. I will continue to honour the commitment to write those 263 posts, but I will not commit to more. The link above is to a new campaign to help Bast’s family.)

Horrible software difficulties aside, it has been so much fun to plan out my house in software so that I can visualise its potential. I thought I’d save these designs for posterity as I’m sure they’ll evolve over time.

One thing that I’ve come to realise is that the floors need to be a bigger priority than I thought they would be. For the bulk of the rooms, a lick of paint and new furniture is all that’s needed, but I don’t want to bring in new furniture when it will all have to be moved out of the way to redo the floors. So, yep, soon as I get a contractor here to give me a quote for redoing the office, I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I’m going to get a quote to redo the floors in the entire house except the two remaining bathrooms and the kitchen, which will be done when I do their complete renos (since they’ll have different flooring anyway. This summer is promising to be quiet with work (time to manage projects), I have some savings built up, and I also have my line of credit to draw on if I need to. Might as well get things done!

Right on Schedule

(Post 102 of 263. Thanks again to those who participated in the Fundrazr. As I mentioned in the post announcing Bast’s passing from COVID, I thank everyone for your generous donations to the original Fundrazr campaign, which resulted in sponsored 263 posts. I will continue to honour the commitment to write those 263 posts, but I will not commit to more. The link above is to a new campaign to help Bast’s family.)

Many months ago, as vaccines started to come out and plans were made to inoculate as much of the world population as possible, Yucatán made a schedule for its own vaccination rollout based on priority (eg. first-line health workers needing theirs first) and then by age cohort. My age group was promised a vaccine by the end of June 2021. That felt so far away and like a pipe dream, but I grew optimistic as I saw that our vaccine rollout, while seeming very slow compared to other countries, was going along exactly as scheduled. Sure enough, June had barely arrived that registration for my age group’s cohort opened up!

The registration site had hiccups at the start, but all the wrinkles were smoothed out by the time I logged on to register. It was a very easy process. I put in my CURP, which is like the Mexican SIN or SSN, and my information popped up. I just had to confirm my address and I was good to go.

It’s a bit frustrating that there is a vaccination station at the college two blocks from my house but that based on my postal code, I have to go all the way up to the Siglo XXI convention centre, but I’m not going to quibble!

Now, I’m just waiting for a call or text to confirm my appointment, as well as following various sources to track progress and get an idea of what my date is going to be. Mérida and its suburbs seems to have always been last, but with things moving so fast, that doesn’t mean end of the month. I have a friend in the 70+ cohort who was vaccinated on the 9th of April. My cleaning lady got her first dose this week. Having the people I spend the most time with get their first jab really makes it feel real that this nightmare is coming to an end and that soon I will be able to have a proper dinner party to celebrate my new status of homeowner!

I didn’t hesitate long about getting vaccinated — I just have to look at history (smallpox, polio) to know that the odds are in my favour that this is the right decision, but I also consulted trusted medical sources. I also have no doubt that proof of vaccination is going to be required to travel in the future. I would not hesitate to get, say, a yellow fever vaccination to visit Kenya, so I don’t see any difference with a COVID vaccination being necessary.

Planning the Office Makeover

(Post 101 of 263. Thanks again to those who participated in the Fundrazr. As I mentioned in the post announcing Bast’s passing from COVID, I thank everyone for your generous donations to the original Fundrazr campaign, which resulted in sponsored 263 posts. I will continue to honour the commitment to write those 263 posts, but I will not commit to more. The link above is to a new campaign to help Bast’s family.)

I cannot believe we’re at June 1st. I’ve been buried in work and today was my first real day off in memory. I lost most of it to having to catch up on administrative tasks, but it was great to knock all of that off my to-do list. I also made some progress on a master closet room reorg and refresh, but spent the bulk of the afternoon working on the plan for my office makeover. I’m starting to despair about that ever happening because contractors keep cancelling their appointments to give me a quote, but maybe now that I know what I’m working for, things will start to move.

Here’s a sneak peak of what I’m working on. Hopefully, the software will get easier so that I can model the whole property!

The Lulu I reference in this is my cleaning fairy.

I mention my friend Jan in this. Please go check out his wonderful photographs! https://www.instagram.com/artgandi/

The desk is from Rambling Renovators — been following Jen since she started in 2007 (!) and this was one of the rare times our styles match!

And this is the LEGO map I mention: https://www.lego.com/en-us/product/world-map-31203 I cannot wait to put it together (when it gets here — I suspect it’s going to be a long while) and add pins for all the wonderful places I’ve been and I’m hopeful will go to in the future!

Grateful

(Post 100 of 263. Thanks again to those who participated in the Fundrazr. As I mentioned in the post announcing Bast’s passing from COVID, I thank everyone for your generous donations to the original Fundrazr campaign, which resulted in sponsored 263 posts. I will continue to honour the commitment to write those 263 posts, but I will not commit to more. The link above is to a new campaign to help Bast’s family.)

Four years ago, I was freshly landed here, my temporary residence formally extended for a full year. I was living in a big, beautiful, private house. I had the company of a good dog. Cleaners came every week. I had to do the maintenance, but I had the use of a pool. For the first time in my life, I began to see another way that I could maybe live my life. I’ve always had very modest dreams. But my summer of luxury, even as I was scrambling to earn enough money to move into my own place, showed me a very different possible future than the one I had been told I should settle for.

So here I am four years later. Permanent resident. In my own big, beautiful, private house. I have the company of a good dog of my own. I have a cleaner who comes once a week. I am still doing my own pool maintenance, but it’s not a particularly onerous task because, hey, I have a pool! And I am financially comfortable.

It is really easy to get stuck in ruts and in self-limiting patterns of thinking. This is in no way the life that I thought I was going to design for myself, but there’s no complaints here, just a lot of gratitude. 😊