Why Mexico?

It started how most random international moves do - a (now ex) boyfriend. Somehow that always lights the fire a bit faster than life dreams or whatever should actually motivate something like this.

It went like you’d expect, everyone telling me it was a horrible decision to quit my job and move to a country where I couldn’t use the very expensive doctorate degree I just finished. Duh.

Now you’d think that since I’m writing this on my website for the business I built, it all worked out. Except that it didn’t at all. I should have just turned around the second I walked out of the Mexico City airport. But I didn’t, I’m a Taurus…with a sun and moon in Taurus (cough, cough, stubborn).

Admitting that I’m wrong and I made a ridiculously irresponsible choice as I’m standing in the rubble after it blew up in my face? I’d rather not. After I moved back home, (for a week or two) I decided no, I wanna give it a fair shot just for me.

I didn’t think it would actually become what it is today (or what it’s well on its way to becoming). I just thought I’d buy a little time, play around with some hands-on treatment while I waited for a remote job opportunity.

ROOTS Physical Therapy started as a cloudy vision during my doctorate education. Like watching a scene through frosted glass. Once I started, I knew what I was building. But the entire question of why, when, and where it started? That’s on the best thing my worst relationship ever did for me.