Bariloche ???

In Argentina, at the end of senior year, the whole class travels to a city in the south called Bariloche. It's a tradition, and every single school of every single city does that. You are supposed to go there to have fun with your friends from school before you go to college. You basically go to nightclubs every night, get drunk, meet people, and just do stuff that young adults do. But besides all of the fun and crazy parties, it's about saying goodbye to high school, saying goodbye to your inner kid and getting ready to be an adult. It's like the perfect ending to 12 years of school with your friends. That's one of the reasons why I wanted to go back to Argentina: to spend my senior year with all of my friends, and to go to Bariloche.

The thing is... when I think about it, I'm giving up a lot of things just for that trip. I mean, I'm moving to Argentina, I'm leaving America. And sometimes I realize that even if I love all of my friends, I know that 2 years after school I won't even talk to them anymore. Reality is that real friends are less than 10, so do I really wanna leave everything for that experience? At the same time, one of my best friends told me that she is not going because she prefers to travel somewhere else. And now, my other best friend told me that she is researching about going to Europe for a month for the same price of Bariloche. Europe is my dream. And I know this might sound weird, but a trip with my bff is 10 times better than a trip with 40 people that I'm probably never gonna see again after school or after college.

So I don't know what I'm gonna do.

On the other hand, I'm starting to realize that the whole idea of senior year with my friends sounds amazing, but I don't know if it's gonna be thaaaaat awesome in real life. And I'm leaving too many things for it. I'm not just leaving a country, but I'm leaving the chances of doing everything that I couldn't do since I got here. So I gotta admit that I'm going through a confusing time right now. My biggest fear is to regret going back, or to regret staying here. I would love to just go to the future and see what's best. But I obviously cannot do that.

So anyway, I don't know what I'm gonna do in Bariloche, and if I don't go, fate might bring me something even better: Europe.