I was born and raised in beautiful Mexico.
I have always loved Mexico, my family, my friends, the food, the weather, the culture, there is so much to love! However, there were also some things I disliked.
Growing up, I always felt like I wasn’t free to be myself. There was little to no room to be different or want different things. My role as a woman felt very defined, but not by me. I had family and friends that loved me, an entire community, but still, I felt like I didn’t quite belong.
In my early twenties, I started traveling as much as I could. Basically, I would get a job, save some money, travel, spend all the money, come back, and repeat. I had some wonderful times, but overall, at that time in my life, I didn’t know or loved who I was. I was not in the right place nor doing the right thing.
But one night, everything changed.
I met a guy. He was visiting Guadalajara (where I lived). He was a travel blogger and at that point had been on the road for over 7 years. I couldn’t believe it! Sounded like he had my dream job, and I wanted to learn everything about how he made the world his home. We had an instant connection, and there were sparks.
Soon after leaving Guadalajara, he came back, and then I went to him, and then he came back and didn’t leave haha. But, after 2 months of staying with me, he was ready to continue his nomadic life. And, well, I jumped at the possibility of joining him. The problem was, I had a job, a home, furniture, a car, you know… a life. And my savings were, I don’t want to say sad, but very sad.
The feeling of excitement this possibility gave me was so big, I did not care, I wanted to come! Not taking this risk was the only thing I couldn’t live with. So, I said fuck it, and called my dad to give him the news.
My dad, well, he is a whole other topic. But, let’s just say he is not the most easy-going, open-minded guy out there. And at that time, he was still paying for my home. What happened next, I share now with a very different sense than back then. Now, it is part of my success story of making it on my own, but back then, well, it broke my heart and scared me shitless.
After I shared my plans with him, his exact words were “you are stupid, and you are ruining your life”, “when you come back with nothing to your name, you can no longer count on me”. So yes, it was really hard and scary. But then again, not taking the chance scared me even more.
So, in 2017, just 2 months after meeting my new boyfriend, I packed my bags, sold my things, got a one-way ticket, and said goodbye to everything I ever knew.
And just like that, everything changed, forever.
My dad did not speak to me for over 2 months.
What to know what happened next? Read here!
