It's a virtue afterall

So Google.com has become my best friend over the past week and a half. Most commonly googled topic "moving to Mexico". Sadly I'm still only getting results about being a retiree and moving out of the U.S.
I did however find one blog entry on some site that I now can't find to share a link so if this seems familiar to anyone let me know so I can be kind and share.
The person who wrote this blog (pretty sure it was a woman) was talking about how she had moved to Mexico and one thing you need to pack is patients. It's a very good point that she made. It got me thinking back to my chili's serving days and how every time I was waiting on food from the kitchen I would ask the cooks "how much longer on my burger for table 14" and they would simply respond with "two minutes." There's a joke in the restaurant industry (at least the places I've worked) about the "Mexican minute." Most of the places I've worked (outside of Michigan) has a back of house staff that's almost entirely Hispanic. And since the average American, myself totally included, can't tell where exactly a Hispanic person is from we all just assume they're Mexican and thus born the "Mexican minute." It's a kind of joke that 2 minutes is the usual response time no matter how many minutes it may actually take. In my mind it always seemed like the cooks were telling me that it didn't matter, it would be ready when it's ready.
It's all about being patient. If it takes an actual 2 minutes or 2 years just wait because it will eventually happen.
I'm trying to become more patient. I'm usually a pretty patient person, I don't mind waiting for things, I like to throw out phrases that should be reserved for after school specials. Things like "good things come to those who wait", or "patients is a virtue."
The blog entry that I read the other day was saying how much slower things happen in Mexico, that first world countries get so used to the hustle and bustle of life that we become impatient, we want what we want when we want it and can't be bothered to wait. I've often heard this from people who are from the south. That in places like Georgia and Tennessee things move slower, it's more relaxed and people have more patients. Here in the Midwest you sometimes find the perfect storm of patients and inpatients, we know how to wait... we're actually quite good at it we just choose not to most times. 
So for the next four months I have to practice my patients more.
I've found it's just hard when you're me. I have a thirst for knowledge and understanding. I want to know what's going to happen next in life and it's very hard for me to kick back, relax, and wait to see how it all unfolds. The funny thing is, I don't fast forward movies to the end, or read the last page of a book. Maybe it's because I've been waiting a long time to find a place where I feel like I fit into my own life. Or maybe it's that I've been searching for some other thing my whole life. Either way, I'm excited and anxious to stumble upon it. I don't want to wait for the adventure to begin, but sometimes you have to collect all the data, or allow your rational brain to make specific plans before you can just jump head first into excitement.
A friend of mine recently has made some large steps for her family and in discussing them she told me that she "hates being an adult" I laughed and agreed. For the past few years I feel as if I've been waiting for my life to start. I don't want to be a 75 year old woman before that happens.
I just hate the waiting part. Like Tom Petty said, the waiting is the hardest part.