I wrote this at the end of my first trip to Colombia right before college in 2011. Reading this again now was incredible and inspiring. I remember the passion I had in that moment and it was the lingering remains of that feeling along with the mountains that drew me back to Colombia. I wish I had kept this flame this whole time, but I might have truly burned myself out too quickly. I hope you’ll enjoy reading this as much as I did.
August 2011 – Medellín, Colombia
I needed this. I needed to get away. I needed to learn. To live. To grow. To see more than just high school people. I have met people from all over the world in all different stages of life. Who have taught me more than any book. By doing nothing at all. By talking. By listening. By interaction. By opening their hearts and emotions to everyone. To knit us. I needed to break the rules and the conformity. I honestly feel like now I’m ready for so much more. I can truly appreciate now the opportunities that are to present themselves. I have an idea of what I want to do in the future long and short term. I feel like my world has been rocked and I am damn sure ok with that. I’m resettling into new ground. Ready to be let out of the gate to run and embrace the life that is lounging out, tanning, getting ready for me. It’s primping its hair and putting on makeup. Picking out the perfect outfit. Having no idea that I’m running with a bucket of water. Ready to smear the eyeliner and rip off the clothes. Leaving it bare, exposed, alive, real. I am officially ready.
Truly Tiffany 