The room is empty and my bags are packed. In five hours, I will be on my way to Mexico City to spend one last night in Mexico. Danny and I got a nice hotel and plan to have one last toast and go out in style. I came home last night around 4:30am after spending my last night with my dear friend here. However, there was no pill strong enough to make me sleep. I watched the sun rise, blazing over the neighboring jacaranda trees and I thought about how much I appreciated the warmth of the Mexican sun when I arrived in January. No offense Minnesota, but it truly does make a difference to have more vitamin D.
The day began with my roommate and I making our last trip to the amazing bakery by our school. As we walked, we reminisced about the places we visited, the people we met there, and the incredible memories we made together. As we sipped coffee, a huge smile spread across my face as it became obvious how incredible my time here was.
Despite my shaking hands and the constant butterflies I cannot shake, I know eventually any sadness about what I’m leaving, or fear about what I will face when I return will be surpassed by my overwhelming confidence in the fact that I know for certain in my heart I lived my life the fullest in Mexico. I allowed myself to take risks, I connected deeply with people here and made lifelong friends, and surprisingly, I allowed my apprehensions to fall to the wayside and got on a stranger’s motorcycle. I burned my leg on the exhaust pipe and I now have a scar I believe will last my entire life. But, this scar will not serve as a reminder to be careful. In fact, it stands as the opposite, it will forever remind me of the amazing adventures you find when you let go and let your heart lead you.
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