Thoughts from an American Poker Exile
It's been nearly six weeks since I uprooted my life in the United
States and relocated to Playa del Carmen, Mexico in order to once
again access a game on the Internet that has become a substantial part
of my life over the past several years. I've been here long enough to
start feeling able to wrap my head around the whole experience,
although only a little bit. I suspect that even decades from now I'll
feel a sense of surprise that I actually sold most of my possessions
and left my native country in order to continue playing a game of
cards on the Internet. The pittance of clarity I'm feeling about the
whole experience leaves me with some thoughts about the online poker
playing culture and the evolution of what it means to me to be an
American. Despite it seeming like a crazy thing to do on paper, and
that's because it really is a crazy thing to do, relocating out of the
U.S. for online poker has felt basically completely natural to me.
Part of the joy of existing in the culture of people profiting off of
online poker is a broadened worldview. I've traveled to various parts
of the United States, Europe, and even Israel because of poker. Having
some years of awareness behind me that there is more to the world than
the comfortable culture I grew up in makes leaving the U.S. less of a
scary unknown. Another thing that aided in the move feeling natural
are the online poker pioneers who relocated before me. Having left the
United States nearly six months after Black Friday, I was somewhat
late to the poker exile party. This gave me the benefit of reaching
out to others who already braved the journey themselves. Chip Ferguson
('z23fantatic' online) was especially helpful and generous with his
time in helping me ascertain what realtor to talk to, what bank to go
to, and which of the Mexicans at that bank are able to assist me in my
native language. Getting back into online poker was not as simple as
deboarding the plane in Cancun and powering up my laptop. First, you
need a bank account. To get one of those, you need a copy of a lease
and a utility bill that proves your residency here as well as the visa
you received at customs. It takes patience to get through this
process. I spent much of my first few days in Mexico just trying to
move forward with the process of getting back into online poker. Once
you have a bank account, you are, in theory, good to go. I could have
been playing on Party Poker, 888 Poker, and others within just a
couple of days of arriving in Mexico had I not encountered struggles
with the functionality of my bank's online system. Instead, it took
about a week before I was clicking buttons at online poker tables
again. After six chaotic months, it felt nice to once again have
access to an activity that feels very normal to me. Something I've had
to get used to in Mexico is not everything working quite as
efficiently as I've come to expect in the United States. It requires
more patience to live here. There is much less of an overall sense of
urgency here than in the United States. I have generally welcomed this
change in pace and lifestyle and would go so far as to say that it was
needed. My grand visions of relocating to Playa del Carmen involved
playing online poker nearly every day. However, since arriving, I have
found myself unmotivated to log full-time hours at the online poker
tables. I've been playing only 2-3 days per week and have instead
allocated more time to getting myself into the gym, enjoying the
paradisiacal beach that is more or less right out my back door, and
assimilating into the culture here that is very much foreign to me.
The cheaper cost of living in Mexico has allowed me to have an easier
time accepting a slower pace and be less concerned about cash flow
issues. This change in lifestyle has served as a nice reminder of the
importance of having fun and enjoying life. Life is really too short
not to just enjoy it if you have the chance. There are enough
Americans who have relocated here to provide a sense of home and
security when needed, but for the most part, it's an all-encompassing
culture shock. It's very surreal to know that everywhere you go, you
are the minority. You are the outsider that doesn't speak the native
language. You are no longer home. You are merely a gracious visitor in
someone else's home. Yet in a strange way, Mexico is beginning to feel
precisely like home to me. The paltry bit of Spanish I am able to
recall from five years of classes in the American education system,
combined with body language and a population used to dealing with
helpless outsiders, has been enough to get me basically anywhere I
need to go. Still, it is unsettling to want to be able to communicate
something to someone but simply be unable to do so as a result of a
language barrier. Six weeks of this as a daily struggle has been more
than enough to motivate me to seek out a tutor to teach me the Spanish
language. My lessons start next week. In a bigger sense, this move to
Mexico feels like the final blow to the honeymoon relationship I have
had with my country since it was instilled in me as a small boy
reciting the Pledge of Allegiance every Monday in his publicly-funded
elementary school. I have grown from a child with a sense of awe and
reverence towards his country to a man that now realizes it's far from
perfect and not quite as much the center of the universe as he once
thought. It's been a long, gradual coming-of-age process for me to
realize that our politicians aren't rock stars but rather flawed men
somewhat deeply indebted to the status quo and the interests of the
financial backers that put them in that office. And that the American
lifestyle is not the best way to live, but merely one way to live in a
world that offers many choices. Indeed, while it may come as a
surprise to many Americans, most of the world has found a way to
cultivate happiness without needing to share the values of American
culture. That has been perhaps the biggest lesson I have learned in
six weeks in Playa del Carmen: that the world is a big place and it
doesn't revolve around me as much as I thought it did. I guess the
last bit of reverence I held for my country was erased when the game I
harmlessly enough enjoyed playing on my laptop while sitting on my
couch was taken away without the slightest pause for concern for the
citizens whose lives were enriched by it. American poker players were
made to feel like a bug squashed by the heavy boot of our government
without a care. I'll always love my country and the spirit that it
stands for, but my days of looking up to it wide-eyed like a child
might at his father are over. I had to leave the United States to join
the majority of the rest of the developed world that has access to
playing online poker. And while that is, on paper, the reason I and
other poker exiles left the United States, there's a certain feeling
for me about the whole thing that makes it seem much bigger than being
just about clicking buttons in a game on the Internet. Being here in
this strange country feels too much like home to me for me to believe
that the poker exile experience is merely about a game of cards on the
Internet. Poker has always been best suited for people with a
propensity to live on the fringe chasing a pot of gold. It seems
almost fitting, and perhaps an apt tale for characterizing the current
state of the United States, that myself and hundreds of other
Americans had to leave our native land in search of better
opportunity.