"There may be 50 ways to leave your lover, but only 8 ways to leave this plane" - this was the captain speaking on my plane ride today. In the past I would have been looking for any way to leave this plane and stay in Canada.
But now, fast forward 12 years later and I am so excited to be heading back "home" to Mexico.
I didn't cry this time. Instead I am joyful to go back to the simple life, unbridled by materialism, riding my bicycle, going for walks on the beach, even the daunting task of cleaning up the mold and mildew left after the storms kind of excites me. But most of all I'm especially eager to get back to the never-ending excitement and challenge of dating emotionally unavailable men who are already in complicated relationships on Facebook! I am faced with going back to loneliness, an empty fridge, no one waiting for me, my small apartment, no pitter patter of any little feet and no daily free hugs but I get by with a little help from my friends.
I'm grateful for the way I grew up - wholesome, organic, grounded, close to nature, and grateful for where I have ended up now - blooming in a country that is not mine. I see how adventurous I've become since living in Mexico, how I survived living here completely on my own, long after my Mexican boyfriend left. Going to Canada has made me incredibly grateful for the lifestyle I have when I see my friends who have to commute 2 hours to work everyday, get in their cars to drive to the gym, live in the rain, deal with hectic traffic and spend hours shopping every Sunday at the mall! It reminds me of that Shania Twain song, Ka-ching: "All they ever want is more, a lot more than they had before, so take them to the nearest store!"

Today I can honestly say that Mexico is the BEST thing that ever happened to me. We don't always get what we planned for our lives. As much as I resisted and was barely holding on most days, I've always thought of myself quite like the salmon, the one who swims against the current. My life turned out so much better because I took the road less travelled, and because I didn't give up, and because I took a chance that even if it didn't work out, the gain if it did was so much greater. I read a great quote the other day: "If you're not careful you'll get lost here and find that where you end up is better than where you had planned to go". I now see the signs all around me, that I am right where I am supposed to be, blooming where I am planted.
But one thing I know for sure is...not all those who wander are lost.
But now, fast forward 12 years later and I am so excited to be heading back "home" to Mexico.
I didn't cry this time. Instead I am joyful to go back to the simple life, unbridled by materialism, riding my bicycle, going for walks on the beach, even the daunting task of cleaning up the mold and mildew left after the storms kind of excites me. But most of all I'm especially eager to get back to the never-ending excitement and challenge of dating emotionally unavailable men who are already in complicated relationships on Facebook! I am faced with going back to loneliness, an empty fridge, no one waiting for me, my small apartment, no pitter patter of any little feet and no daily free hugs but I get by with a little help from my friends.
I'm grateful for the way I grew up - wholesome, organic, grounded, close to nature, and grateful for where I have ended up now - blooming in a country that is not mine. I see how adventurous I've become since living in Mexico, how I survived living here completely on my own, long after my Mexican boyfriend left. Going to Canada has made me incredibly grateful for the lifestyle I have when I see my friends who have to commute 2 hours to work everyday, get in their cars to drive to the gym, live in the rain, deal with hectic traffic and spend hours shopping every Sunday at the mall! It reminds me of that Shania Twain song, Ka-ching: "All they ever want is more, a lot more than they had before, so take them to the nearest store!"
Today I can honestly say that Mexico is the BEST thing that ever happened to me. We don't always get what we planned for our lives. As much as I resisted and was barely holding on most days, I've always thought of myself quite like the salmon, the one who swims against the current. My life turned out so much better because I took the road less travelled, and because I didn't give up, and because I took a chance that even if it didn't work out, the gain if it did was so much greater. I read a great quote the other day: "If you're not careful you'll get lost here and find that where you end up is better than where you had planned to go". I now see the signs all around me, that I am right where I am supposed to be, blooming where I am planted.
But one thing I know for sure is...not all those who wander are lost.