Me despierto con los ojos cerrados, vislumbrando cuidadosamente el color de mis párpados. El alumbrado del sol se esfuerza a cruzar esa telaraña de células, la cual supuestamente yo tejí…1…2…2…que viene después de 3? Ando durmiendo por eso no me acuerdo. Detrás de los párpados siento el calor del rojo vibrante, me quedo por algunos segundos escuchando el son del ardor. El amarillo que me rodea me hace muy feliz y vuelvo a comenzar mi día sin ningún recuerdo de la noche anterior. Sueño por eso no me acuerdo. Veo a las fotos que tome hace meses, pensando entonces que las miraría y crearía explicaciones del por qué las tome. Te vi ayer y te veo hoy. Luego me despierto. Así se manifiestan los cuentos de mi mente, mi subconciencia anda un poco embriagada con memorias del pasado y la conciencia se involucra con uno de esos pensamientos ubicuos del diario. Y me vuelvo a dormir.
So after long tedious quest to find the perfect apartment or studio, I came to the conclusion that I would eventually exhaust all my savings by renting a basic room and then buying all the things needed for my awesome pad. Yes, it was a rather difficult situation I found myself in, but I found a solution. My younger, cousin/nephew (don’t ask, it’s complicated to explain) decided that he would rent his room to me. I, of course agreed readily to this negotiation. So folks, I finally have a home and with people I can safely say I trust!
So what are some of the pros and cons of this? Well for starters, I’m about a 10-20 minute bus ride to el centro, depending on the traffic. Unfortunately, we don’t have paved roads in this colonia and it can get very dusty, which is really bad for my hair. I do however, have a really awesome 2nd floor neighbor aka my cousin/niece (again don’t ask) And we get along very well. We even decked out the whole floor as a chill place to hang with friends…once of course I get myself some of those.
I started giving English lessons to one of our neighbors. He struggles with pronunciation and he doesn’t really study, but he has semi-good memory. Above all though, I’m learning to be patient and each meeting teaches me something new. I must understand the barriers we encounter and find a resolution to overcome them. Who knew English classes would be difficult for the teacher as well.
I’m trying to start up various projects to keep me sane. I don’t go out much since the city is dangerous, but I don’t like spending my time indoors. I saw someone get mug the other day and today a bus driver got in a fight with a taxi driver. I was rooting for the bus driver.
Ora pues,
Super Chencha aka Jazmin fyi Kakimoto
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