That was back in May and last week I made it happen. My seatmates on the Sydney to Dallas flight thought I was crazy to go for only a week. If the wedding hadn’t been so incredible, I might have agreed it was a loco thing to do. But I could and I did and from here on out that’s my mantra.
Mayo and Kevin were married beachside in Tulum— a resort town in the Yucatan. It was a small wedding almost entirely composed of close friends. As a bridesmaid, I felt like making the trip was important to do in support of Mayo, one of my best friends from Brown. Selfishly, I also wanted some legit Mexican food.
The wedding festivities included a bachelorette party, a welcome dinner and an all-day prep session for the bridesmaids. We looked stellar even with the bug bites and sunburns.
Mayo and Kevin were SO happy and I have to admit, it was one of the best weddings I’ve ever been to. The food, drinks, speeches, music, dancing…perfect.
The contrast between my world in Hobart and the week spent with friends from my previous life was a little bizarre. I can only relate it to the first time I went back to Newport for Thanksgiving after having spent three months at Brown. My worlds collided and I was left wondering where “home” is now. I spent the week rooming with good friends Kiely, Maia and Sunya catching up on work, men and family. Between the girl talks, hours spent staring at the deep blue and the 36 hour plane ride back, I found myself falling back into the mind trap of life planning. I don’t want to be there yet. I want to be in Hobart working at a whisky bar, making delicious meals and riding bikes with Carlos. I know I’ll have to be more deliberate about staying present now that I’m back. The honeymoon is over and we’re just hitting the tip of the iceberg in Tassie.