You are as beautiful as I remember. I couldn't help but think that I have never thanked you for that one year I lived here. It feels like it was so long ago, I was only a teenager in growing pains.
I arrived to Florence when I was 19, and for the first time in my life I tasted freedom. I was able to go around everywhere without a say, I was responsible for my life, my money, the food I ate, where I slept. It was the first time I felt so free I think that's what I remember the most; that precious moment where I felt liberated. I enjoyed that time of my life so much. I was just discovering who I was. I had no idea I could write, I could photograph, I could be irresponsible. That I could be young and I understood so many things. We had zero money, but we backed packed all of Europe crying laughing. Stealing food, not paying train tickets, sharing meals. It was such a breakthrough in life. I remember sitting outside our cramped apartment and thinking the life that happened away from home. How entire communities happened without me, without anything I knew.
You can say I had a life before Italia and then another after it. After those months, I never came back home. I went back to Mexico, packed my life and went to collage far from where I was born and I haven't lived there ever since. And that wild hair of mine has never been quiet again.
I wanted to see the world so bad. I wanted to be an artist, which before Florence I didn't even knew what that meant. And now that I come back, that I can speak a bit of Italian here and there. I remember those days where I felt so free, so alive.
So I wanted to say thank you. My life has been nothing but a beautiful ride. Thank you. I'm eternally grateful.