Container Homes

After my mobile GPS got me slightly lost, I made it to my Hostel in Cancun safely.

Directly across the street from the Hostel are some great restaurants. There is a restaurant that serves jerk cuisine that I truly enjoyed.

The Chinese restaurant that I really wanted to go to is no longer there, just like everything else.

Life post the pandemic is hard because so many businesses no longer exist. Further, my like for specific items has not changed. I like what I like and I am ok saying that. I am particular and not overly picky when someone does something for me.

As I waited for my jerk chicken, I saw what looked like container Homes right along the water.

Getting off track can be frustrated. I should have followed my own instincts. The more people tried to help me, the more upset I became. Getting lost is healthy. I like doing my own compass and I will ask for help when really need it.

I am in a computer room right now and two nice ladies just helped me get Wi-Fi access because the barcode I got from the front desk of the Hostel did not scan right.

To amaze myself as I walked my bike in a restricted area, I thought about just jumping in the water. No need though.

I keep hearing that if I have surgery something bad can happen to me. I am not concerned.

There are people that become consumed with dying because they mastered all components of life and await a better after life experience.

I continued to walk my bike in the correct direction and chose to be just upset.

I enjoyed my depression. I was depressed because I no longer have the life that I used to and it is difficult for me to do simple things without the assistance of others.

I will continue to enjoy the beauty of seeing things I like, like those pretty container homes along the water in Cancun and I am ok if I die in surgery.