I have returned home, to Toronto. If you had told me last year at this time that I would be looking forward to listening to music from Mexico City’s rocolas (juke-boxes), and making mixes for myself from the best la Buenos Aires has to offer, I wouldn’t even have understood what you were saying. This is because I had been to Mexico City for a short, productive, research trip, with no immediate plans to return. (Since the scholarship I had applied for hadn’t gotten back to me on schedule. Since it was from the Mexican government I shouldn’t have been surprised. But I was.) Then I went to Mexico several more times. I went to the Buenos Aires, listened to really cheesy music. I found that my love of cheesy movies in English translates well into cursi music in Spanish.
I have been a person on the move in 2012. I have had deep thoughts on public transit, and, on occasion, such as today, wanted to punch via rail in the face. Hasta hacerla llorar. My travels through Mexico City and Toronto, as well across parts of Ontario, Quebec, the US and Mexico, have mostly led me to meet new people who have become good friends and to deepen existing relationship. I have also met some people I really liked but will never see again. (Since this is a blog I can depart from my normal pessimistic self and pretend for a moment to be optimistic).
We cannot know what the future will bring. When I am at the end of my life, perhaps I will be able to see some grand plan or path, but at this moment, I can say (here it gets cheesy for a moment) that what will happen will happen.
Things that my remaining readers can look forward to in 2013: semi-regular blog posts, pictures from my travels and chronicles of my attempt to find the best tacos in Toronto.