So it’s been a while since you’ve seen me here. I went back to Mexico for the summer, and, as for most of us during this time, I took a little time off. Now the funny thing is it kind of happens unwillingly. Don’t get me wrong I do lots when I’m there, with my mom or my friends amongst others. But when it comes to all the things that I’m used to doing in Paris, it feels weird to continue them away, which is a concept that I still fail to understand.
Anyways, this if the third summer I spend back in Mexico since living abroad. Each and everyone are different, but there is a familiarity in the journey to get there every time.
They say the world gets smaller the more you know of it. Once you start going to all these different places, they somehow feel familiar to you afterwards. Now that first step, travelling by yourself for the first time, influences a lot of your future travelling experiences. It sets this standard, standard that you try to improve with each new journey you take on.
For instance, I wouldn’t say I hate airports, though there’s no particular love there either. Over the past three years, they’ve become an important part of my life since I go through them at least four times a year. And when you travel this often, you’re kind of forced to make the best out of an airport. Between packing hacks, and discovering secret passages to get to your gate faster, the journey becomes less painful and gains a sort of magic.
When travelling, the world suddenly seems smaller, and twelve hours in the air become less and less strenuous. Think about it, from France, I can be in another country in four hours or less, another continent in six and my homeland in twelve. I mean sure, if you spend those hours sitting down in a large metal cylinder without much to do they can seem like forever. But when I think about those long days spent at Uni or a library or pretty much doing nothing at home, I would definitely rather be flying to a new place if I were given the choice.
When you first start, even a 2-hour journey seems like an eternity. You feel lost, don’t know how to work your way through an airport, and every little detail going wrong makes you freak out immediately. Budgeting and planning out your days seem like impossible tasks, leaving you with little energy to even think about everything you’re going to experience. However, the stress slowly decreases the more you do it. It might not necessarily be an enjoyable journey at first, but the destination makes it worth it.
Personally, going back to Mexico for the first time was awful. My suitcase surpassed the weight limit, I wasn’t sure of what to bring as a carry on, and going through immigration alone was the scariest thing I had ever done. You see, I had gone through all of this before, but I was always with my mom. And as with everything, when it’s time for you to do it on your own, you overthink and feel an unbelievable amount of pressure.
As I said before, is these kinds of experiences that set you off to either hate or love travelling. So why do it, why travel?
Sometimes we have to: obligations, work and studies… And sometimes (hopefully most times) we just want to. Because there is nothing wrong on wanting a home cooked meal, or a vacation after a stressful week, or simply wanting to visit a friend that you haven’t seen in some time.
If you ask me, I learned a lot from my first solo take off, and have kept learning with every journey I go on. Each city and experience brings its own charm, so at the end of the day, I think giving it a try is not that bad.
“We travel because we need to, because distance and difference are the secret tonic of creativity. When we get home, home is still the same. But something in our mind has been changed, and that changes everything.” – Jonah Lehrer