In terms of days, how are there only ten of them left?
How far I've come from mid-January, when I anxiously anticipated the beginning of a 5.5 month adventure to Europe. Right now, I'm sitting less than 10 days out from my return to the United States, and I can't believe that it's already over. Although I am more or less slaving away at a little known paper in rural Spain, still trying to figure out London and anticipating my return like crazy, I've only got these left. And although I haven't been as gung-ho here in Ronda as one might be while winding down a semester long-eurotrip, I quite enjoy the time to cook my OWN meals, watch countless episodes of Mad Men, be sociable and even read a little bit (Hemingway if you were interested). Because although those first weeks back in the States will be glorious and my return to my beloved university will be wonderfully refreshing, there is no way I'll be getting these days back. It's been a semester full of Spanish improvements, countless adventures, a little bit of rowdiness, a pinch of studying and a WHOLE LOT of growing up and one that I know will be influential during the rest of my life. To reflect on it all is going to be quite the monstrous process, but I'm starting now with this post. I'm anxious about the next few days, nervous about my pretty broken (and still heavy) suitcase, a little dreadful about the 9 hour flight that awaits me and excited to sleep in my own bed again. I'm longing for you Carolina, however, Europe you've been too good to me and it will hurt to leave. But after all of it, I know I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be. Bring on these last 10.
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