Home sweet home.

I got home a few days ago after 30+ hours of travel time. Busses, airplanes, trains and cars and what not. 'Twas a day of adventure wasn't it?

So I got home on the 21st at around 8pm, or 2am Spain time... which was hard to get used to. It's still hard to get used to now actually, seeing as how I keep waking up at 5am for no reason. Granted, I'm getting my full 8 hours of sleep becuase I can't stay up past 9pm right now, but hey, I'm getting there.

This last week has been a crazy one for me, well the last five days. After traveling across an ocean, a culture and a time zone I went out for last minute christmas shopping with my madre, and that was a shock in it's own. I hadn't been to a mall in about five months, and it was almost too much to deal with without the comfort of Spanish everywhere.

It's been weird sleeping in a heated bed, taking a full length shower, and having heat. It's been weird having snack food, having unlimited TV access, and living normal life. It's been weird not having people try to talk to me in Spanish walking down the street... It's been weird not being able to walk right outside to find a store. It's been weird not seeing the Alhambra every day, or seeing the Sierra Nevada, or seeing everything from Granada....

I'm having a bit of a culture shock, and a bit of a growing up experience right now. I'm going through moments of really wanting to cry, then going back to moments of really enjoying myself. It's a weird mix of emotions that are too fuerte  for me to really grasp.

I love being home, don't get me wrong. I really want to be here with my family, but I think that I just got so used to being without them, and being on my own, and dealing with things in another language and dealing with everything  solo con mi propio mismo that it's just... weird now.


I'm happy to be home, but I really miss being away.
I'll go back one day. I have to.

But for now, it's time to say hello to the Real World.



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Buenos Días.