Well, in the beginning of the year, I said I didn’t want the
“era” of summer to end and that maybe, hopefully, I would feel the same about
the end of my year in Spain. Multiply
how I felt over the summer by a million and that’s how I feel now. I’m sitting at the airport with red and puffy
eyes, trying to avoid people’s looks and graciously accepting a security lady’s
“Don’t cry.”
Leaving here is so hard.
I so want to see my friends and family back home, but I hate that that
means sacrificing the life I’ve built here.
I’ve made friends here. I found a Spanish family. Mamen called me last night after we had said goodbye
at the bus station and said that when she got home to our apartment and
realized I wouldn’t be there, it was like there was a hole. I have the same feeling now.
People keep telling me that once I’m back in the States,
after a week, I won’t even think about Spain anymore, or the people there. They say that I should be happy that I had the
experience, not sad that it’s over. The
latter is half true, but I’ll never stop thinking about Navalmoral and everyone
in my life this year. I’ve met amazing
people and know that they’ll be in my heart forever.
I’ve grown and changed so much. I think that I’m pretty
unrecognizable to the girl who arrived to Spain just nine months ago. Like I said after Valencia, I know this isn’t
goodbye, it’s hasta luego. Os quiero a
todos y ya os echo de menos más que podéis imaginar!
P.S. Stay tuned for a delayed Canary Islands post.
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