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The bus ride began imposing, this was my first trip alone after all. No parents, no siblings, no family. Only the knowledge that a friend was waiting for me at my destination. While admiring the landscape full of green grass and infinite field of the roadway from Mexico City to Michoacán, I felt within me this power rising from the depths of my being: The power of freedom; the power of being in control of my own life. Before I was born, my family suffered a kidnapping; obviously after that moment I grew up overprotected by them and those who loved me and therefore I grew up living with fear. And although I appreciated the love they professed for me, I had always lived accompanied by someone who took care of me. I could never be alone, I always asked before acting, and I was used to live unsure of what my next step would be. Now, my friend had been urging me to come visit her at her new home in Mexico; only for a week before christmas; and in a rush of bravery I said yes. I bought my ticket and decided to travel alone not letting myself to be influenced by my parents old fears. I didn't know what awaited me on the other side of the trip but I was sure it was going to be a silver lining in my life. When I arrived to Pátzcuaro, a small town in the state of Michoacán in México; my french friend, along with her boyfriend and best friend were waiting for me at the station. The three of them received me with joy and excitement. She was the only one who knew how to speak Spanish beside me, so we created a new kind of language to communicate with each other without having to translate everything. This three musketeers pulled me out of a fast-paced world, full of doubts and haste; full of fears and internal conflicts while they opened the doors of their house to me. It is difficult to explain the feeling that surrounds you when you live with people from another culture in your own country, and in a neutral state; and you aren't just a kid anymore. You create a new community of young adults full of similarities and contrasts; you discover that the world is bigger than your work, your parents, bigger than your fears and definitely bigger than yourself. I ended up coming back with a completely different definition of myself. Can a person grow in just one week? I smiled every time I was there, I sang songs in French, taught them how to break a piñata and cook guacamole; reconnected with my old friend recognizing her in her new life completely fulfilled, and I found inspiration to continue with my life projects. I stopped worrying about what others expected of me and definitely I never except to find my true self in such a short trip. 365 km were enough for me to get out of my shell. Sometimes all we need, is to take some distance from our routine. Change perspective, sometimes you don't even have to be expecting anything at all. Just let yourself flow and let yourself go through life without fear, and be aware of surrounding yourself with people who accept you as you are and with whom you can be. My friends saved me without knowing I was lost. I left them without any feeling of emptiness or nostalgia inside me. I was full, and I was excited to return home because I knew that I had the power to change what I didn't like about my life. Now, I'm looking forward to meet them at my home and to continue nourishing our friendship and life.