I have been pretty quiet on what´s been happening in my personal life on the blog lately.
Last week (after 2 abortive tries) I finally sold my house in california. I´ve wedged my entire life into a single 5x8 storage unit. (My mom begged me to get a bigger unit, me, what I wanted was less stuff! I made it all fit.) Last year, two cars in a row died on me, and I was getting by on a borrowed vehicle for the last 10 months... because...
All I´ve wanted to do for years of competing with offshored resources was outsource myself
to someplace warm and sunny with decent DSL, and I may have finally done it. A few minutes after the check cleared, I was off for Nicaragua!
1) When I was growing up, there was war here. It´s the closest war america has been to in a long time. Yet, Nicaragua has been at peace now for 20 years. It´s interesting to have lived in Ronald Reagan´s america, and to remember all the american propaganda (at least partially biased by ¨Big Sugar¨ - but remember, the cold war was still hot back then, too).
2) The reaction I get from people. About half LOVE the idea. The other half react with fear. A place like that, I knew I had to go.
3) A friend of Doc Searls
wrote a book about living like a Nica
. It made it seem plausible that I could maybe retire, or at least, slow down a bit, from the hustle and bustle of the Silicon Valley. I've found most of my interests migrating towards charitable and free software like Ardour
, and the one laptop per child project, so living cheap would give me more time towards stuff like that.
4) I need to lose 40 lbs. A lot of walking, surfing, diving, and a little dysentery ought to fix me right up!
5) My gf swore she´d never go to a place like this. Then she decided she didn´t want to take a vacation herself until late july. So... I had nothing to do... so here I am, for at least a month, not feeling (very) guilty about being in a place she didn´t want to go to, and having a pretty good time.
6) Mi Espanol es muy Poco. I´d like to improve it.
7) The exchange rate to europe sucked.
8) The deciding factor? I´ve been trying to move back to Santa Cruz, Ca, for 10 years now, gradually getting closer and closer, until 5 years back, I bought a house in Felton - about 20 minutes from Santa Cruz - and I realized that college girls didn´t interest me anymore, that the music scene had passed me by, and although I loved surfing, I´d become a wuss and didn´t dig the cold anymore. I wasn´t going to be able to go back to the Santa Cruz of my youth... This (slow) realization reminded me of Mark Twain´s experience in becoming a riverboat-man. Once he´d done it, all the mystery and romance went out of it, and that´s how I feel about Santa Cruz.
So... still... I love swimming and surfing and diving... I was really missing sunshine and warm water... and I have some time to kill before my next gig starts (assuming I take another gig - hard to think ahead that far) - so I hopped a plane down to San Salvador... and
Expect light blogging.