A little blue shadow called homesickness.

Again, for some reason, I'm struggling with homesickness.

I can't tell if this is my subconscious trying to tell me that I'm not quite ready to leave home yet, or if it's my nerves telling me that I'm growing up and becoming independent.
I haven't felt homesick in a month, and I thought that I was doing really well. Today wasn't the best day of my life, it also wasn't the worst, but I definitely felt a funk creep in late last night/early this morning. It isn't anything major, I'm just finally over the high of being in Spain. And I mean, that sounds so stupid, and so ungrateful, but it's kind of like when you overstay your visit in Disney World... well, I'd probably never get sick of Disney World, I mean.. princesses everywhere? ... Anyways, I really am getting used to Spain.

Words that I never thought I'd say.

Granted, I did just find a bunch of WONDERFUL places, that I know I won't be able to visit in the states, but I mean, there has to be some sort of equivalent somewhere. The Shawarma will never be as good, but I can live with that... kind of. Alibaba's isn't bad. :)

So, yeah, as of right now I think that I'm officially coming down from my Spain high. It's kind of disappointing knowing that you really can get used to anywhere. But humans are adaptable, so I guess I figured at some point that I'd eventually get used to this place... I just didn't expect it to happen so soon.

Being that I am finally accustomed to Spain, I'm really starting to miss Atlanta... I miss the noises of down town, I miss seeing my friends, I miss the smells of snuggle and down town smog. I miss the sounds of neighbors mowing their lawns at o'god thirty. I miss hearing my cat wake me up at 7am because she brought in another effing animal. I miss hugs from my mom and daddy. I miss going to Steak and Shake with my brosef. I miss a lot of things at home.

I didn't realize just how much I missed everything until I had a small inkling of hope that my mom might have been coming to visit for a weekend or so. (this is not me saying that you are now obligated to come mom, I'm a big girl, I'm just having a childish moment) But I was really excited when I thought she was coming, I planned out everything and looked at plane tickets... I was a little over zealous with everything, I just got to thinking about how awesome it'd be to show her my second home, give her some things to take home so that I don't have to pay overweight charges... it would of been great.... and thinking of all of that just got me to missing everything.


But honestly, I really should just be fucking ecstatic that I'm in a different country, on a different freaking continent right? Unfortunately I'm an ungrateful kind of person...


Meh, it's just one of those days. Missing my family, missing Atlanta... and I know that the second I get home I'm going to want to turn right back around... but the grass is always greener.

Nadie está contento con su suerte.

<3

Buenas Noches