Hello Invisible Audience,
I am writing to you from Puerto Escondido, Mexico, a surf
town on the Oaxacan coast with a lot of very large waves and some killer
humidity this time of year.
The last time I was here was in 2011, the second and last summer
I house-sat some family friends’ winter home for the summer and took care of their
lovely dog, Rueben.
A lot has changed since then, both in the town and for me.
Not everyone follows my blog, and even if they did I haven’t been updating it
much in the past several years anyway, so here’s a short summary of some of the
many changes:
When I left here in 2011, I went home and published my
second wine-pairing cookbook: Savoring Leavenworth. Then I spent about a year
trying to promote that book and my first one: Savoring Chelan: Pairing Local
Wines with Regional Recipes.
Then I moved to Panama. I planned to be there for six months
and stayed for nearly two years. What took me there is a long story that
involves a detour to an ashram in Canada; if you want to hear more about the time
before and during my time in Panama, you really should go back and read some old posts from my
blog.
In 2014, I moved back to the States, first very, very
briefly to Southern California, then to Leavenworth, a Bavarian-themed village
in the foothills of the Cascade Mountains in Washington State. That’s where
I’ve been ever since. I self-published a
book on marketing and a travel
memoir. I started a business teaching private Spanish classes to kids and
adults.
When the Covid-19 pandemic hit, I was really, really
relieved. I was exhausted and not sure if I wanted to continue on with what I
had built in Leavenworth, both in terms of a business and also in terms of a
life. I’m still not sure. Part of my reason for coming to Mexico was to seek
some clarity about these things. I’ve been here almost three weeks and I don’t
have any yet.
But being here has already cleared some of the gunk out of
my head, and I managed to finish the second draft of a book I first got the
idea for 14 years ago—while I was backpacking through Australia.
Do you see a theme here, Invisible Audience? Yes, when I’m
abroad I can write much more easily than when I’m not. I have more headspace
when I am not feeling overwhelmed by the U.S. culture and fighting not to
internalize the need to be what I feel like it demands of me, an almost-40-year-old
woman: graceful aging; being settled and content; thinness and in-shape-ness
without effort; meaningful relationships without struggle; expensive toys or
costly homes without sacrifice. Perfect health without adequate health
insurance. Assertiveness without aggression or shame or backpedaling.
I’ll be 40 in September, Invisible Audience, and I don’t
have any fucking clue what the next year will bring or where I will be living
or how I will be spending my days a year from now. And you know what? I’m less
freaked out about that than you would think. I’m more grateful that there are
options for change than the promise—threat, really—that everything will stay
the same.
So welcome back to my inner thoughts and physical travels.
Thanks for being a part of my Invisible Audience, and I hope to see you back
here soon.
Love and I’m Pretty Sure Change is Good Kisses,
Morgan