New house

Okay, so we moved into a new house, although it's not new, just not so old as the one we used to live in, and not falling apart. It was kind of exciting to change houses because the old one was in bad shape and we had to do all the repair work. The landlord repaid us, most of the time, but little stuff we just took care of. It was exciting too because the new area we live is much calmer and quieter. The old area had a lot of drinking going on late at night. Our one set of neighbors would have a party in the street, yes, in the street, at least once a week. Sometimes it was just a few guys and a few beers, and loud music. Sometimes it was a few guys a lot of beers and louder than loud music, with lots of bass.

The new place is smaller too and that means less to clean up and less stuff to hoard away. That's good too.

And our new neighbors actually speak to each other and smile and wave at you. The old ones, not so much. Maybe one family was sort of nice, but the teenagers were a little snooty and.....

The new house feels like a home to us too. Honestly, we have never had that feeling in the almost 5 years we have lived here. We have always felt like we were just visiting, not really at home here. Maybe because of the places we lived maybe the people around us, not sure.

The new house is also close to places, like the Oxxo convenience store, the ice cream shop, the sandwich shop, two taco stands, and the internet cafe. I don't have to drive anywhere except to the preschool. It's great! Walking to stuff makes me fell more like I belong too, like it's my neighborhood.

This may seem all trivial to you, but if you've never lived in another country, spoken a foreign language, and been away from everyone you know, then it's not so trivial. It's huge.

Well, I think I'll go back to the new house. It's a nice sunny day and I need to walk, because of the tacos, and ice cream.