[For clarity, the crutches part is a story from 8 years ago. I'm not on crutches now, I'm fine.]
I was given a choice: I could stay on crutches for three weeks, or I could use crutches for a week and then use a cane for a few weeks afterwards. So I immediately headed over to fashionablecanes.com and picked out a pimpin cane.
It would have been easier on my knee to be on crutches. Less work, less painful, faster. But crutches always come with their own difficulties: stairs, doorways, carrying bags, etc. With the cane I was not far off from how mobile I'd be fully healed.
I've found that other crutches in my life are similar. While they're easier at the time, the experience you get with them has its own set of difficulties. And thus I find myself, after 24 hours in Ensenada "on my own," being more comfortable here than any other time I've been in Mexico.
Sunday, September 13, 2015
It's been a whirlwind past couple of weeks. Months, really. But this past month was... overwhelming, to say the least.
In retrospect, it probably wasn't the best idea to stack up leaving my job, a 3-week trip to see family, Burning Man, departure on a six month trip, getting rid of everything I own, and getting a new motorcycle running.
But with a few stumbles here and there, I've successfully made my way to Mexico for two weeks of Spanish immersion courses.