Culture & Society

Nine years ago, I was alone in London in the huge Heathrow airport waiting for my flight to Mexico. I had one luggage with me and all the enthusiasm in the entire world. I was young. That young that I did not overthink my decision. I did not tell myself I am moving to Mexico. I was going for the experience. It could have lasted two weeks, 3 months or a lifetime. I didn't know. 

This past weekend we were in Fresno, and as I was googling the internet for things to do on a Saturday night, the event AlleyWave popped-up on my screen. It looked very interesting and different, so we headed downtown looking for the party.

The day I understood what gives my life meaning was the same day I thought that my dad was going to die. My sister and I were in the hospital hallway when my dad’s doctor was doing his rounds for that afternoon. Soon after the doctor left his room, my father asked my sister and me to go for a walk with him in the hospital’s garden. As the three of us were walking down the alley, the afternoon felt so quiet and dark. That walk filled my heart with sadness and uncertainty.

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