Thursday, March 29, 2018
Hi, my name is Leslie Harris and I'm embarking on a new journey.
I'm not a fan of vague social media posts, but in this instance, I kinda have to be. (You'll understand, in time.) Without going into too much detail, after having lived in Small Town, Mexico for almost 18 years, I have recently moved back to SoCal (southern California).
For now, it's just me.
I need to find a job, make (and save) some money, get a slew of legal affairs in order, and get back on my feet.
Sounds like the beginning of an exciting adventure, right? That's how I'm choosing to see things. Most of the time. But I'm also scared shitless.
What if I fail?
I packed as much as I could into one suitcase and walked across the Tijuana border with just a few bucks in my pocket. So, I'm basically starting over completely from scratch.
I'm 43 years old, overweight, and don't really have any marketable skills aside from loving to cook and being a people person. Oh, and I can write. I'm also bilingual. But that's it! Hence the reason I worry I'm going to end up in a homeless shelter or living on the streets. It happens. I experienced it firsthand as a kid, and it's not something I want to live through again.
Then there's the fact that this is the first time in my adult life that I've ever been out on my own.
It's a whole new world for me! It's also a lot to take in, and can be a little overwhelming. And don't even get me started on the rollercoaster of emotions.
To help keep me somewhat sane, I've decided to document my jourey of independence and self-discovery. You're more than welcome to come along for the ride. We'll laugh, we'll cry, we'll probably overshare because my filter is broken, and if we're lucky, eventually there will be whiskey to help wash it all down.