I lived in Milan, Barcelona, Buenos Aires, Rio de Janeiro, Paracas, and Tel Aviv but whenever I am asked how I decide to move to a place, I don’t really know how to answer it. This is probably the first time I am writing about ‘moving somewhere’ and I feel like it’s the right time because today, there was a strong feeling that I’d stay here longer than those cities mentioned above.
In April 2019, I started feeling that I didn’t want to live in Mexico City anymore. I always lived in big cities – Buenos Aires, Tel Aviv, Rio de Janeiro – all different on many levels but I loved those indifferences. However, I didn’t feel that love and acceptance when I decided to move to Mexico City. It was difficult to see friends all the time since they have full-time jobs. Most nights, I was alone in my apartment, swiping on Tinder without any luck. I was in a time of my life where dating apps were my channels to make friends or at least have a drink with someone every weekend. It became very difficult to have relationships.
I’m not even talking about romantic relationships, but you know, just relationships. I longed for friends to go out with any time I want. I became so tired of going out on my own in a city as big as Mexico. Though Condesa and Roma are very good neighborhoods to live in, there was still something missing in terms of my social life. My social needs were not being met.
My friend Maylis who lives in Guadalajara asked me if I can watch her house while she’s on a trip. She was going aboard the Chihuahua train and then visiting family and friends in France for the spring break. I accepted her invitation since Guadalajara is a smaller city than Mexico. I thought maybe, just maybe, I’d like Guadalajara and eventually move there. And so, I packed my bags and took a blabla car to Guadalajara. I stayed there for 3 weeks watching my friend’s house (and plants).