In my English class I started today, it all hit me. I almost started crying. Even thinking of it now triggers the release of endorphins. I am graduating in 2 months.

It has been so hard, but so rewarding. This semester is the most difficult test of them all with 9 hours of classes in 3 weeks, all literature based. Today is only the second day and I am already going crazy getting it all figured out (time wise).

But this whole time what has been getting me through this was the memory of that magical trip to Mexico with Dean. I think [Tulum](http://www.travelyucatan.com/tulum_mexico.php) is the best place on earth and [Cabanas Copal](http://www.cabanascopal.com/) is the best place to stay on earth. I know I am unworldly and therefore I am biased towards that special place, but since it was my first, it will always have a special place.

I have decided that for my graduation I want to go back with Dean and spend a week. I will tell all those that want to give graduation gifts to make it a contribution to the trip. Dean’s boss already promised me he could have a week off to do so, and I am sure I can get Kristen to baby-sit the house. Dean will be getting upwards of a 20k bonus potentially for the game, but I doubt the company will receive all of it. Even if it is only a few k, that will be enough to go.

Every day I think abut the sensation of the trip; the ocean, the breeze, the hanging beds, the clear water, the salty taste in my mouth, the morning sun and the sound of the waves at night. I have never experienced anything like it.

My life is my computer and being disconnected for a week might let me see a little more inside myself. As the readers know, that dark place in me is no longer welcome there and it needs to be gone, but as long as I have distractions from myself I cannot make myself get to know myself.

As strange as that sounds, that is the best way I can describe it and Mexico was the first place I realized this problem.