April is my favorite month — partly because it’s my birthday month, partly because it’s Spring.
Medellín entered a dry season again on the first day of April after a month of pouring rain. The first April weekend’s weather was perfectly beautiful, just in time for my first paragliding experience. I don’t know what prompted my determination to go paragliding on my 25th birthday, but it was a great idea. My paraglider’s first takeoff failed because of some entangled strings. Horrifying, but paragliding was still a great idea. Within seconds, I was soaring high up in the air overlooking Medellín. How can one be so close to life and death at the same time? When my feet were dangling so high above the ground, I could easily die an ugly death from any technical error or accident. But I felt alive at that same terrifying moment as the wind breezed through my skin. That was it: a fucking incredible launch of my 25th year of life.
Quarter life crisis, they say. I’ve already dealt with my early onset quarter life crisis last year so I actually feel great about 25. Quarter life is no longer a crisis for me but a new chapter. Although I’m sure I’ll soon go through another identity crisis (because that’s what we do), I’m at least excited about where I stand now and where I’m heading next. Remember that piece about my millennial identity crisis? I got over it by coming to terms with my own creativity. Photography, writing, video, painting — whatever it is, it’s a medium for creative expression. Choose whatever pleases you at the moment.
My last month in Medellín was rather peaceful. Instead of going out every weekend, I opted for staying in with my boyfriend for Netflix and burger nights. We went on quiet dates and had a weekend getaway in Minca before we left Colombia. I didn’t feel the need to go crazy just because I was leaving soon. I still can’t tell if my lack of urgency came with aging or simply being content with everything I’ve experienced in this city. It’s not goodbye, though. See you soon, Medellín, my third home.
Going back to New York is always nice. It still feels like home more than anywhere else even though I’m barely there. The same old smelly trains. Trash on the sidewalks. Rude New Yorkers. Friends, who scream “welcome back!” and squeeze me tightly every time 🙂