Almost Gone

So, Im almost out of Mexico City for good. I´ve been here for almost 10 months, not counting the trips that I´ve taken to go back home, and out to the East Coast. 10 months is a long time. But short as well.

You´re reminded how long, when that Mexico City sewage smells hits you.

When you get tired of tacos - too long.

When, you´ve been here long enough to experience a no smoking in doors rule go into effect.

When you start complaining about tipping 10%.

When you start haggling old ladies at the fruit market to save 50 cents.

When you get too lazy to buy $1 bootleg DVDs.

Ten months is too long when a friend of yours tells you they got robbed by a guy on a motorcycle.

10 months is too long when you can´t wait to get out of the fuckin city. Anywhere. Just out.

On the other hand. It can be to soon. The ten months seem to have flown by when you consider things like:

Never having gone to eat at the best restaurant in the City. Damn.

Its too short when you haven´t had enough time to get back into tacos.

Its too short when you haven´t been able to win your rec league champíonship.

Its too soon to go home when you´re leaving people you really care about.

Its too soon to go home when you have to move back in with your parents.

Its too soon to leave Mexico when you havent had the chance to travel everywhere. I still need Chiapas, Puerto Escondido, more beaches, more people, more experiences. Too soon.

At the end of the day though. Sometimes its time to go. Be it too soon, or about time, sometimes its not up to you. Play the cards your dealt.

So, at least I´ll be home, eating moms cooking, having good beer with friends, breathing less smelly air, playing in a new league, and having conversations with people who can relate once again. My friends.

Peace Mexico. About time. Too soon.

PS. My girlfriend was in her second bus accident of the week. A fellow passenger fell out of the bus while hanging in the door. Definitely time to go home. Fuck unsafe transportation in this City.