Rockstar Alert!

Chapter 1

I'm packing the last of my bags.
The day is finally here and I couldn't be more ready.
I'm finally going on my well-deserved vacation.
I’ve worked harder than ever for over half of the year with this very day in mind. On the hard days, when I was beyond exhausted and my motivation was nowhere to be found, thinking of this very moment was the only thing that got me through.
I can’t wait to be on Mexican soil, far away from everyone and everything.
My friends and family all think I’m insane for taking this trip all by myself. But I desperately need some time alone, between people at work and my friends and family, I haven’t had some time just for myself in a while. And I need to get some sun because it's been raining all the time here. I desperately want a tan, I haven't had one in forever. Now that I think of it, I think the last time I saw myself in the mirror and didn't have a ghost staring back at me, was when I went on a family vacation to Florida. And that was over 3 years ago.
Between graduating from college, finding my first grown-up job and then having to find a new job because the first one sucked the life out of me, I haven't had the time to look after myself or do anything fun for that matter. Sure, I have fun with the people that I love. But I've missed the fun that only comes with adventures, stepping into the unknown, the adrenaline pumping through my veins. That's the kind of fun that I've been craving. Especially, with my boring job taking so much of my time. But I can't complain after my first job that can only be described as a traumatic experience. This one has me feeling like I'm part of royalty compared to that one.
I think people assume that once you're done with college and officially step foot into the adult world, you can't have fun the same way, you have to be responsible at all times. And while I agree with that to some extent, I still believe you can be spontaneous and adventurous. You don't need to leave that part of your life behind, at least not completely. And that's exactly why I'm going to Mexico. I need that feeling. I need to feel alive because I feel like I've just been existing lately, only living for all my responsibilities and nothing more.
“It looks like I have everything,” I mumble to myself as I check my bags for one last time.
It's time to leave for the airport.