The trip that changed my life/mind
New York, June ‘14
It was not my first trip, not even my first great trip; however, I have no doubt that this was a turning point in my life. It may sound too heavy, but trust me, there after I changed my way to react to issues, and my life goals.
Myself before NYC, I was pretty accommodated into a routine, a comfortable routine, indeed, but that was leading me to a future I disliked. I was working in a nine to six work, with an average wage that allowed me not just to make ends met, but to even increase my savings to ensure my expenses with friends or hobbies.
The problem was that something deep inside of me was quite down, my spirit, I was feeling rather empty and lack of neither ambitions nor dreams. Nothing in my life was fulfilling me or giving me the sense of reward, and my environment, usually underrated the small things that were doing so; I reckon that at some point I just gave up and accepted that it was meant to be like that.
After a bad personal moment, I just realize that I didn’t wanted to follow that way, I was tired of accepting what I was given and I wanted to change my fate.
I decided to stand up, step aside my laziness, my fears and doubts and pursue what I have ever desired in silence, adventure, real adventure, try things I had never done, I am confused as I don’t know what my future is but I was determined to avoid the future I didn’t wanted. To be said is that my determination sometimes ends in stubbornness, sometimes is even helpful.
Among many things I decided in 2014, one was this trip. I have always travelled limited by work holidays, periods no longer than two weeks, and spread between traveling and social commitments back at home. But not his year, this year I wanted to do something great, I decided to spend one whole month by myself in NYC…
Now it may sound ridiculous, but trust me, at that time was a huge deal for me, never travelled alone before, and never that long.
I was pretty excited about it, reckon, so that even difficulties seemed menial. Eventually I wasn’t going to be all by myself all the time, as my sis, sis in law and a friend of hers joined for the first two weeks, what in the end was perfect as I could visit and enjoy her company before the end of the month.
With the idea of not having too spare time and making the trip even more profitable, I joined and English course over there, what turned into an excellent idea as my English skills improved exponentially and allowed me to met great people.
Surprisingly, days before I was really excited about the adventure, but I was not nervous, I was pretty calm indeed. Just one point about that, I packed my luggage the night before the flight… (That later on has become an habit, in fact…).
The first two weeks passed in the blink of an eye, we were mainly rushing everywhere as NYC is a massive city with plenty of things to do and see, and for just two weeks… was nearly not enough, I remember walking that much that I end up with sore muscles.
The day of my fellas departure arrived and that was the second part of the journey, that I have never faced before. Alone in a huge foreign city, with no people to rely on, with a different language… sounds scaring… not really, was so amusing, and challenging.
By the end of the month I proof myself a little bit of what I was capable of. I faced some of my fears and increased my self-esteem. If I was able to do this, what else could I do? Where my limits were now?
That was the bitter-sweet feeling when flying bound to Spain, I was still hungry of thrill, of proof my new me, I needed more, I needed to go further, take a higher risk, abandon my previous complains and fight for what I really wanted.
Inside I have changed, my old fears weren’t going to burden me any longer, instead, they will become the trigger to my aim of new challenges.
When you live inside a cage, it’s easy to feel comfy, your horizon is not wide, it’s maybe not very exciting, but all is handy and easy to manage, there is no range for big inconveniences, you may not feel rewarded or excited but at least you feel safety. However, once you trespass the cage door… you screwed up, you will never fit inside again… your aims of safetiness will always be overcome by your curiosity and aim of thrill.
I have grown a lot from the one who stepped in NYC in 2014, I have done things that guy could have only dreamed about, I have learnt amazing things, I have had experiences that made me feel in a ways I have never felt before… and it all becomes here.
It may be a post rather philosophical/boring about something more of have come through, or maybe not, but for me it’s a departure point for you to understand who I am, where I came from and how challenging/rewarding all I’m going to share with you, was for me.
What about you guys? what was the trip than broaden your horizon and opened your mind? It would be great to read yours.
Thanks for reading guys, promise to post something more interesting during the weekend. Have a great Weekend!!!
Kisses for ladies, hugs for gentlemen.