On the Edge of Something
|Hierve el Agua, Oaxaca, Mexico|
The sign told us not to go too close to the edge, but that’s exactly what we did. When you visit Hierve el Agua (the Water Boils), and you should, there is a short hike down to a flat landing on a clifftop. There, you will find hot springs and natural pools of water being enjoyed by all sorts of people: young and old, Mexican and Swedish. Then, looking off a ways, you are greeted with the sight of the petrified waterfall. This was what I had come to see. At first we admired it from afar, and then as we were about to leave, we realised we could actually hike there. So we did. And we went right up to the very edge.
Yesterday was the first day of March. March is going to turn out to be a very important month for me. I’m going to book a trip to South America, I’m going to be wrapping up a lot of things in this last term of school, and most importantly, I’m going to be finding out where I will be living next year. I can’t wait to share the news with you when it comes.
With the start of March came a feeling of standing uncertainly on the edge of something great, something like a petrified waterfall or the Cliffs of Moher. I can’t help but conjure up these images of myself standing on the edge of such vast open spaces when I think of what March is to bring for me.
It’s exciting, it’s frightening, it’s nerve-wracking, it’s a little windy at times, and it’s definitely wide, wide open.