Post frappucino on a Tuesday afternoon.
People (especially my friends abroad…) tell me “aproveche! Enjoy your country! Do things you’ve missed doing while you were in Spain.” Well amigos, I am doing just that….feeding my starbucks addiction (ufff, i feeling a little ridiculous admitting to something so mainstream..as if I sang along to Justin Beiber songs (i might), but i digress). I had some tacos for lunch. I’m going to the mall later….might hit up the dollar theater. You know. It’s a little more heightened now I suppose with only a month left of fulfilling my American summer.
Presently I am 1 part bored, 2 parts okay with that, and 3 parts ready to lose myself in target after this. I don’t really mind being bored in America though. It definitely beats being bored in Spain. If I get bored here, I can just hop in my car, my car I repeat (which, despite being 13 yrs old with a/c that cuts out now and then, I still love) and go wherever, listening to preset radio stations, cruising. I can watch tv shows online without any kind of “you’re not in the right country!” constraints. The world is mine.
I’m getting more excited about going back to Spain. I didn’t really care that much at the beginning of the summer, but it’s hitting me now. Every year abroad is different and this year in Madrid isn’t an exception. I’m going to a city I’ve never lived in, but know quite well. One of my really good friends will be there too. And my novio will be nearby. We’ve been apart for over 2 months now and it’s been rough, to say the least. I thought my head was lost a few times. Limited communication plus summer holidays plus a 7 hr time difference plus living in different countries with different cultures is no easy obstacle. It’s like a test and I kept (keep?) wondering if we’re going to pass. Worrying is for the birds though.