Personal Narrative: My Journey To Mexico

It wasn’t until I officially entered the airport doors that everything started to feel real. Four months ago I had agreed to go to Mexico all on my own and now here I was on my way to doing that. It was right at that moment that I suddenly realized the huge difference between saying you’re going to do something and actually doing it. Everything seemed so easy four months ago I mean how hard it could it be all I had to do was get on the plane and boom in a matter of five hours I’d be in Mexico. So it was like a huge slap of realization in my face as I knew it wasn’t going to be as easy as I thought. So all I could think of was telling my mom and uncle in a sarcastic voice “If you could now take me home I’d really appreciate that” with the biggest smile on my face. …show more content…
Deep down inside I knew I’d rather be anywhere else but here. All my mom did was smile and told me “There’s no going back we’re already here.” As I calmed myself down I finally took in all of my surroundings. Just like I expected just like the movies. What I find so utterly weird was the fact that everything was white yet it had its own touch of elegance. What surprised me even more was the floors you’d expect them to be super dirty filled with dirty shoe prints since hundreds of people came in daily. But it was actually the complete opposite instead the white marble floor sparkled and shined so bright. People were scattered all over the place just wondering around or in line. Everyone having different face expressions some seemed happy others seemed mad annoyed excited basically any emotion you could think of. I felt happy that I was going on vacation sad because I didn’t want to leave my mom behind nervous because I didn’t want to get lost. Now that I think of it my feelings were all over the place all combined in