Mexico City, and a thought on vacation

Hania (my twin sis) and I took a trip to Mexico City; with no planning. Our flight to Brazil got canceled, and we were left with time off and no plans, thus, Mexico City. I’d always wanted to go, so no loss there.

I loved it; it’s an unexpectedly amazing city. Food is delicious and cheap, people are kind, energy is high. Did you know Lucha Libre is the second most watched sport in Mexico?

I sometimes wonder what my life would be like if I just cut and run. Sold the stuff I had, cancelled my phone, and left to live somewhere else. What would life be like? Every time I travel, be it Belgrade, Mexico City, Warsaw, (you get it) this melancholy feeling passes through me. Would my life be better? Smaller? Bigger? Instead of cutting all ties I had, what if I had been born in that city? Would I still have a motorcycle?

Does every decision I make cut my possibilities narrower and narrower? Oooh those tacos look great.

I rent a car, drive around, try to go on a date or two, go to bars and talk to people. A little slice of a different life. The feeling lasts for several days. But, it goes away, always does. And by the end, I am grateful for the life I have waiting back for me, no matter how good or bad it happens to be in that moment.