Well, I'm heading home in five days. I'm leaving my apartment in four. I'm leaving Granada in Five Days.
I'm leaving Spain, in Five days.
Oy.
I don't know if I'm ready to go anymore. Now that I'm actually leaving.
This place has been my legit home for seven months. I for the break that I had at home, I wasn't really home... and I'm sure people noticed. I mean, sure I played along with everything, I did things with friends... but I always felt weird going out places and not speaking Spanish, and that was just after three months abroad... I've been here since August.
How weird is it going to be to not hear "¿quieres bolsa?" at the end of every grocery check out line?
How weird is it going to be to not hear "¿dinero o plástico?" at every retail store?
How weird is it going to be to not hear "¡Oye guapa!" at the clubs?
How weird is it going to be to not hear "¿Sigo?" in class?
How weird is it going to be to not hear "Linea! por favor! Sigue en linea!" in schools?
How weird is it going to be to not have siestas?
How weird is it going to be to not have pausas?
How weird is it going to be to not have a three hour lunch?
How weird is it going to be to not have colorful money?
How weird is it going to be to not have one and two euro coins?!
How weird is it going to be to have space again?
How weird is it going to be to not be able to walk places anymore?
How weird is it going to be to watch Jersey Shore in English?!
How weird is it going to be to be able to just speak in my native tongue?
... Jeeze.
It's going to be strange getting home. That's for sure.
Classical and Jazz music are getting me through the hard times.
My suitcases are all packed, and I have room to spare. :)
(See mom, I didn't buy too many coffee mugs, granted there are three in my rolling back and four in my backpack, but whatever.)
:)
I can't wait to get home... but it's going to be weird.
Five days.
<3
Buenas Noches.
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