Free to Choose
I will never forget the first time I planned a vacation with my closest friend, Deje. I was 22, and we had a travel agent book us a trip to an all-inclusive resort in Cancun, Mexico. We were so excited to afford this trip now that we had “big girl jobs.” It was one of the most memorable trips I’ve ever been on. Maybe it was the day we spent sailing and snorkeling in the ocean, or the ATVs, or the jet ski I drove and almost tipped over—whatever it was, I felt like I was living on my terms. No one decided what I would do. I got to choose.