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 Well this has certainly been a crazy few months!

After 23 years of raising my son as sole parent, he announced that he was ready to move out in Oct 2023. It was both exciting to know that he was ready to spread his wings and heartbreaking to realize that this chapter of our life was coming to a close. 

As he prepared for life on his own, so did I.

For many years I dreamed of purchasing a shuttle bus or small bus and converting it into a home on wheels so that I could spend a few years travelling when this day came. I began searching for the perfect home-on-wheels for me and realized quickly that the number of decisions I would need to make about the bus conversion was way too much for me at this juncture. From a location to complete the conversion to skilled hands to help, the decisions that needed to be made were endless. And my adrenals were burned out.

And so, time to pivot.

My nervous system was (and is) overloaded from years of stress and lack of self-care. I needed to go somewhere that I could rest, process and remember who I was.

I chose Huatulco, Mexico.

Now, in Oct 2023, when I made this decision, I had never even visited Mexico! I had a trip to Cabo planned for Dec 2023 with a number of friends, but this was really heading into the unknown.

Shortly after my decision to move, at least temporarily, to Mexico, a video came through my Youtube feed – an interview with a gal who has lived in Mexico for almost 30 years (originally from the USA).

I watched the entire video and decided that Huatulco was where I wanted to be.

I booked a consultation with her as I had some burning questions I was hoping to have answered. 

As I was anxiously awaiting our consult I began to purge my belongings, slowly going through the items I had gathered throughout my adult life. 

Until that point I had spent 6 years growing and preserving food, so I had a ton of canning, dehydrated foods, homemade tinctures and extracts, but I had also been a prepper, storing loads of cleaning supplies, toiletries and essentials. 

Many of them went to my son, Dante, so that he didn’t need to buy much, if anything, when he moved out. Some were donated, and others gifted to friends and family. I called a family member one day, during the purge, distraught over having to get rid of my canning jars and kitchen supplies that I so loved, and she graciously invited me to pack up some of those items and store them at her house. I didn’t expect to have that reaction to jars of all things, but after years of lovingly preserving the food I’d grown, I just couldn’t “get rid” of everything.

Now, you’re probably wondering why I would purge everything I owned, and that would be a valid question.

I knew that this next chapter of my life was going to be about experiences over stuff, and about peeling back the last of the emotional layers that kept me weighed down, impatient, and not really living.

Except for a few totes, some canning jars, and some clothes/shoes, I said goodbye to everything I’d worked so hard for. It was both exhilarating and sad. I’d worked so diligently to set up a ‘home’ in order to have stability, but in this process I realized that the stuff, the home, hadn’t created the stability and security I desired. I had created that home. Me. And wherever I was, I would be home.

After the consult, I booked my plane ticket to Huatulco. This angel of a lady was instrumental in helping me find an apartment down there, and answering all of my gringo questions.

At the end of February I said goodbye to my son, the biggest blessing in my life, as he began his own journey. I stayed at a family member’s house for the next 6 weeks, working and visiting those who I wouldn’t see for the half of the year. Dante and I went on a quick 2-day trip to Edmonton to see the other side of the family, and had a wonderful visit. The last 2 nights before I left I stayed with my sister. We had a birthday party for my nephew, I got to visit with my niece, and share those last days with the ones I love.

My last weekend in Canada, Dante and I took the ferry from Victoria to Vancouver, then had lunch with another family member on the other side. One of my longtime best friends came to have a drink with us, then Dante and I headed back to the Hilton for my last night.

There was so much we wanted to say, but we were eerily quiet. We talked a little about how we were both feeling, but honestly we didn’t need to say much. After 23 years together, just him and I, we didn’t have to talk. We both knew that today was going to be the hardest we’d had since our life together began in March 2001 when he came into this world.

We got up early, packed my 4 large suitcases and the Starlink in its astronaut-like carrying case into my SUV and started for the airport. 

It was a short drive, thick with feelings. He told me that he thought I’d last 2 months or less, and that if I came back early, he wouldn’t say “I told you so.” 😉

Together he and I navigated the luggage cart through the airport, hand in hand, finally reaching the Westjet counter to check in and check my luggage. 

Airports are interesting places – full of both immense sadness and incredible happiness. For us, today, it was the former.

We walked down to security and that was the end of the road – the place that we hugged and cried and said our goodbyes. 

I cried all the way through security and to the gate where I waited with anticipation and nervousness to board the plane – the aircraft that was going to transport me from my ‘home’ to the unknown. 

Be willing to be uncomfortable. Be comfortable being uncomfortable. It may get tough, but it’s a small price to pay for living a dream.


~ Peter McWilliams

The times in my life which brought about the most growth were the times that were hard, challenging. The struggles. The UNCOMFORTABILITY.

I know that I am a soul having an earthly experience in this body. I have soul contracts which I’ve navigated in this life, and I’m sure more that I’ll experience. I was not destined for a ‘normal’ life. I crave growth. I’m not satisfied with the mundane. I’m desperate to learn as much as possible in this lifetime. I’m curious about other humans, and other souls.

And this ‘adventure’ is just another piece of the puzzle.

Why Mexico? Why Huatulco? Why did I have to leave my son, my home, my family, my friends?

To explore, uncover, and find me again.

As much as I have lived a somewhat unconventional life, much of it was guided by what I thought was expected of me. What I expected of myself. What I wanted for my son. And it was satisfying. But my soul yearns for more. For what? I’m still unsure. But I’m about to find out. 

I’m almost 2 hours into the flight that is transporting me to my new home for the next six months. I don’t know why Huatulco. I don’t know why Mexico. I don’t know what is waiting for me there, but I have immense faith in the Universe, and in myself. 

All I know is that there will be a driver waiting to drive me to my apartment, the place I’ll call home for the next half a year, and that I’m committed to manifesting great things for this next chapter.

Until then…