I miss Mexico
8:34 a.m. - 2004-08-07
I don�t know why I�m fighting the urge. Here I am, at the computer, with nothing else to do and I keep thinking of other things that I could do. Why can�t I just write? What�s the deal man?
I�m feeling really nostalgic. I want to go back to Mexico. It�s so weird not to be there. The strangeness happens mostly on Saturday mornings when I have nothing else to do. I start to think of all I used to do, of waking up when the sun was coming through the thin white cotton curtains and blinding me. I�d get my things together, take a shower, put away my dirty clothes, make my bed, and head out the blue metal door. I�d walk onto the cobble stones in search of food, things to buy, or an adventure. The crisp morning air would hit my face and I�d greet anyone that crossed my path with a �Buenos dias.� And in fact, I wished them a good day because I was having a good day just being there. There were no worries of work or homework or money. I miss it.
The thing about taking a trip like that is that you become addicted. I want to take more trips like that. I want to be able to spend weeks in Hawaii, Mexico, Italy, a Caribbean Island. One of these days, I will. And one of these days, I won�t have to travel coach. These things are what fuels me. It�s not that I want money, I know that�s not the answer, I just want these experiences. I don�t care what I have to do to feel what I felt in Mexico again. I want to live that again. I don�t want to get older and say, �When I was studying, I got to go back to Mexico� and my eyes gloss over while I remember and that would be the only experience I�ve had. I want more.
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