It worked like a charm. Two weeks at home, with my parents, sisters, best friends, real food, and snow was exactly what I needed. It was comfortable. I've been many things in Honduras, but really 100% comfortable was rarely one of them. I loved knowing where I was, where I belonged, and realizing that none of that was ever going to change. In some sense, my life in Minneapolis will always be there for me. Businesses may come and go, friends may move away, but Minneapolis will stay the same. As I've said before, I will always consider Minnesota home. I have roots there that go too deep for anywhere else to hold that distinction.
However, I don't belong at home. For those two weeks, yes. Any longer than that? No. As much as I love the communities and groups of people that make Minnesota home, they're not what I need right now. I don't need comfort; I need challenges. I need to push myself forward, to move beyond the 18-year-old I was when I did belong in Minneapolis. The woman I've grown into needs more adventure, more uncertainty, more spontaneity.
Having recently turned 25, people have been teasing me about having a quarter life crisis. 25 seems like such a significant number, placing me firmly in the adult world. 25 is when you're supposed to have your life figured out, to have a job you plan to continue for many years, to have a car, maybe even have a significant other with whom you're beginning to think about the rest of your lives. I don't have any of that. And that's ok. My 18-year-old self who got anxious at the mere thought of any of her plans falling apart and not knowing which direction she was headed would not have been able to say the same thing.
Maybe that's why, as the plane took off and the lights of Minneapolis disappeared behind me, my face broke into an irresistible grin and I nearly laughed out loud.
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