Counting on FedEx
On Friday, close to 5 p.m., I finally received the email I had been waiting for.
Someone from the bank wrote me back to confirm the info so I could sign the paperwork, mail it to Mérida and get the check prepared for closing on Wednesday.
I confirmed the info, she emailed me the document, and I printed out a few copies and did my best to sign exactly as in my passport.
I got up early Saturday morning and drove to a Wal-Mart. I thought it would be nice to include a post card from North Dakota with a thank you to Alfonso, for when he opened the package.
I mean, he may not care and will probably toss it out, but I figured it's best to be true to who I am. And I like that kind of cheesy, personalized type of stuff. Wal-Mart had nothing of interest, so I stopped at CVS. Selection was limited there too, but I found one good enough.
I drove over to FedEx as they opened and had them help me ship it off.
Two pieces of paper and a postcard. $57
Yikes.
But, whatever. Maybe the post office would have been the better choice, but this late in the game I didn't have time to mess around. Should get there Monday, Tuesday morning at the latest. So long as customs doesn't pull it and inspect it, I was told.
I still haven't heard anything about if I wired the money properly to the notary, but I am hoping that not hearing is a good thing. Since I assume if he hadn't gotten it, he would have said "hey, where's the money?" At least I'm really hoping that's what it means.
The rest of the weekend I was busy with other things, but I certainly had enough time for my self doubt to make a few appearances.
Am I just too obsessed with this Mérida thing? Is this a wild mistake? Am I the dumbest person ever?
The answer is likely a yes to all of those things, but what the hell, here I am anyways.
Someone from the bank wrote me back to confirm the info so I could sign the paperwork, mail it to Mérida and get the check prepared for closing on Wednesday.
I confirmed the info, she emailed me the document, and I printed out a few copies and did my best to sign exactly as in my passport.
I got up early Saturday morning and drove to a Wal-Mart. I thought it would be nice to include a post card from North Dakota with a thank you to Alfonso, for when he opened the package.
I mean, he may not care and will probably toss it out, but I figured it's best to be true to who I am. And I like that kind of cheesy, personalized type of stuff. Wal-Mart had nothing of interest, so I stopped at CVS. Selection was limited there too, but I found one good enough.
I drove over to FedEx as they opened and had them help me ship it off.
Two pieces of paper and a postcard. $57
Yikes.
But, whatever. Maybe the post office would have been the better choice, but this late in the game I didn't have time to mess around. Should get there Monday, Tuesday morning at the latest. So long as customs doesn't pull it and inspect it, I was told.
I still haven't heard anything about if I wired the money properly to the notary, but I am hoping that not hearing is a good thing. Since I assume if he hadn't gotten it, he would have said "hey, where's the money?" At least I'm really hoping that's what it means.
The rest of the weekend I was busy with other things, but I certainly had enough time for my self doubt to make a few appearances.
Am I just too obsessed with this Mérida thing? Is this a wild mistake? Am I the dumbest person ever?
The answer is likely a yes to all of those things, but what the hell, here I am anyways.
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