I can't help but smile, because for once it was the other way around. I wasn't the girl crying in the airport because I had to go back to my midwest life of mediocrity as I left the Rivera Maya (I'm one of those people who daydreams about running away to the equator, opening an amazeballs bed and breakfast, and living the life of a professional heliophile).
It was the other way around. I was actually excited to get back home. During the trip, I had to tell myself to stay in the moment and enjoy it. I kept thinking about all of the things I was excited to get back home and start working on. And for once, that was refreshing.
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