23 Jan. Missing Me

People keep asking me if I miss Argentina. And I can honestly respond no. I loved my time there but I was ready to go home.

What I miss is me in Argentina, I miss who I was in the streets of Buenos Aires. I miss the risks I took. I miss how open my heart and mind were. I miss how I never took anything for granted.

In Argentina things were easier because they were harder. From hailing a taxi to speaking in class to venturing to San Telmo, everything was a challenge. And because everything was out of my comfort zone nothing was.

Now my comfort zone feels like a prison. I easily fall back to my old routine, my old self, a self I have now outgrown. I feel like I am living in a skin that is 2 sizes too small.