took myself to bogota and cdmx and chicago spent maybe 1k en ese chistesito but money comes money goes

i keep saying "bogota was kinda ugly" but i hope people dont take that the wrong way. like it's not a place i would recommend to most people. it is ugly. and intense. and for the first few days there i had an uneasy feeling. anxiety. maybe about growing older. about being alone. about escaping my life for a bit. which, coupled with elevation (at least i'm telling myself that) made it hard to get up early and really take advantage of my day. but i owed no one anything. bogota was for me and my pace. i saw what i wanted or felt like i needed to see. enjoyed my time. stumbled on words. laughed. itched my phone. played tejo. left a part of myself that i didnt think i had. partook in a twenty-four hour friendship that will always mean something until my memory fails me