Before leaving Tulum I felt excited, decided, ready to create a new life in the city and eager for all the new people and experiences that were about to unfold, I never thought it would be so hard to leave my home and my people. When the date was getting closer everything became real, the doubts arrived and attacked me ruthlessly; my last days in Tulum were spent telling everyone how much I love them, thanking for everything I lived there, regretting for what I didn’t do and crying. I would cry all the time, while I was driving, laying on bed, watching the stars or the sea, when I hugged Fer. I’d cry alone and with company. I had so many mixed emotions that it was impossible to hold it in. It was a cry of excitement, doubts, pain, sadness, love, fear… all together and unruly.
In Tulum I
found everything that can be wished for: my home, my family, my soul mate. But
deep inside I knew well that in this moment I had to leave all of them and start
a journey by myself, away from the people and the place I love most. It’s been the
hardest decision of my life and it took me months finding the courage to take
it.
I left my
little Caribbean town that loved me dearly for two years and moved to the
largest city in the whole world, Mexico City. My heart aches and cries because
the stars of the infinite sky have been replaced by bulbs that shine bright in the
darkness of the night, the white sand for concrete floors, and the turquoise sea became
gigantic waves of people and cars, the palm trees now are buildings so tall
that rip up the clouds.
Tulum is
like no other place on Earth, it’s magical and timeless, intense and powerful, it’s
a vortex of energy and craziness. I
barely took photographs there; I was too busy enjoying it to even worry about
it. It also was too personal to share and too powerful to forget. I may not
have many beautiful photographs of the beach or its people but I have thousands
of memories that will live in my heart forever.
In this
place I found a part of myself that I didn’t know existed, I’ve felt incredibly
weak and strong, vulnerable and safe. It’s been beautiful, bright, tough and
tragic, life-changing and inspiring. Leaving Tulum is bittersweet, I’m thrilled
and terrified at the same time, I feel homesick for Tulum but impatient to explore this new place. I’m close to my
blood family but far from my tribe. And most of all, I miss his face and his
voice, his smile and how he makes me laugh; I miss our conversations and
moments of silence, both as deep and comforting. I miss the warmth of our skins
and the safety of his hug, I truly don’t know how I’ll make it through this new
chapter of my life without him by my side, but I know it’s where I have to be
and I have the certainty that our paths will become one again.
I can’t remember
how many times we’ve said good bye by now, but none of them has been real, not
even when it felt like it. Life keeps pulling us together and nothing could be
more perfect than us. I’m surrounded by
20 million people in this city, and the only one I want to be with is not
here. It seems that the love we have for each other is more powerful than any
distance, time or complication we could ever have.
Since the
moment I met Fer I fell deeply in love, I was scared because I didn’t feel
ready to have a relationship and I barely knew him, but something inside me kept
saying that the biggest adventure of my life was about to start. From the
beginning we knew we were perfect for each other, we never had to pretend or
force anything, it was natural, like if it had always existed. And it grew and
grew and grew and we loved each other like the stars
love the moon and the writer loves words, it’s inevitable and there's no other way it can be. But the timing wasn’t perfect, and as much as we loved we also knew
that the moment in our lives we were in was of self-growth. In two years he
have accumulated so many stories and been through so much that I truly believe
we are invincible, we are infinite.
Saturday
morning we loaded the car with my things and we said goodbye about five
times, I kept forgetting things in his house and had to go back to get them,
every time I’d cover him in hugs, kisses and I love yous. We drove for 20 hours
in two days, listening to the music I like and admiring the landscapes and the
highway, one of my favorite places to be. We stopped for lunch in Campeche and then
slept in Veracruz. On Sunday we arrived to Puebla where I visited my dad; for three hours we talked, ate ice-cream and
enjoyed each other’s company. My mom drove all the way to Mexico and
while we were entering I felt tiny, there was too much noise, too much
traffic, too much chaos. I didn’t talk in all the way until we got home, I
could only think of Tulum and the nature while teardrops full of terror and
insecurity ran down my cheeks, I observed the skyscrapers and the hurried
people in awe. I was sure I wouldn’t survive a month in this crazy place. I
thought I had ruined everything and that I’d be miserably unhappy in this city,
I wanted to go back to the calmness of Tulum and be with my friends. I wanted
to see the stars and listen to the ocean. I wanted to be barefoot all day and
dance all night. I had absolutely no idea of what was waiting for me here.
I left everything and everyone I love, yes, but I’m chasing my dream. It’s not a
goodbye, it’s a see you soon.
