As Mammi and I silently drove to the airport, I began to realize all my trip entailed: 4 months of hard work, away from my family, serving, day in and day out, the children of Mexico. Doubt and fear began to flood my mind: What if I hated teaching? What if I was a horrible teacher? What if my students hated me? What if I hated Mexico?
Thirty minutes later, we arrived at the Salt Lake International Airport. The drive allowed me time enough to give myself a proper pep-talk. I was going. I had worked so hard to get be in such a position; I was going, and I was going to love every second I was in Mexico.
Mammi and I unloaded the blazer of my many suitcases, and then it was time to say goodbye. A wise man once told me, "goodbyes should abide the band-aid method: rip it off quickly and it won't hurt as badly." I gave my mother one last hug, one last kiss, and then ran into the airport.
Once inside the airport, I was met by my fellow ILP teachers. The electricity was tangible; MEXICO! WE WERE GOING TO MEXICO!
I am so excited for this new adventure I have begun to embark upon. It will be an experience to draw upon for the rest of my life. It will be difficult to be away from my family and my dear country, but I know, at this point in my life, THIS is where I am needed, and what I should be doing. Mexico!
