I was supposed to leave Mexico and fly to Spain today. But a few weeks ago, I began to doubt my plans — while I’m still eager to put down roots and craving some permanency, things felt rushed. I wasn’t ready to say goodbye to the life I’ve built here over the past few years.
I waffled on this decision for WEEKS. Literally, I changed my flight three times — hey Air France, please spend my change fees on something nice 😳
Anyway, I ultimately settled on pushing my flight back two months. In the gra…
I spent all day writing my latest post. Like, I literally started writing it today at 10am today and hit ‘publish’ two hours ago. Nothing like the end of the month and an arbitrary publishing goal to make it happen.
Anyway, now it’s too late to join the Friday night plans I had with friends, so I’m just going to curl up in bed and catch up on the 30+ saved posts in my queue. Honestly, ideal.