Reflections of a Gringo Millennial After 5 Years in México

Almost 5 years ago, on a sweltering July afternoon spent hustling through the terminals and security checkpoints of Boston´s Logan Airport, I embarked on a new, terrifying stage of my life. A month shy of 25, I was naive and a bit sheltered, having spent the majority of my life on the isolated, provincial shores of the peninsula of Cape Cod, known as a vacationer´s paradise. For an intellectually curious bookworm with wanderlust, however, it was by far the most tedious and least diverse place to live, especially in the confounding, frustrating, and exhilarating period of life known as one´s twenties. I studied English Language and Literature with a Secondary Education minor, but as I graduated, the prospect of spending my whole life teaching a bunch of disinterested teenagers the poetic symbolism embedded in the works of F. Scott Fitzgerald no longer seemed so enticing. <a href="https://samuelburleigh.medium.com/reflections-of-a-gringo-millennial-after-5-years-in-m%C3%A9xico-9e0df3c12e55">Read More</a>