I left home at the age of sixteen and have only been back for a few days here and there.
It has been a long journey to get to this point, almost three years of planning and preparations. But the idea of going home for an extended period of time has long been in my mind and something I have thought of often… daydreaming about while sitting in my cubicle, before falling asleep, sitting in traffic and a lot when I felt like my life was falling apart.
I a going home to finish growing up, to be present with my parents, to learn how to be Mexican again, to smell the rain on dry hot dirt, to walk up the mountains, to ask my father which roots my great-grandmother used to wash her hair with. I am going home because when I am there, being present and in the moment is not something I have to think about it.
I am going home to hit my reset button.
¡Viva la Vida!