My, my, my, you've been quite the wild ride. You've been nothing I expected, a lot of the things I needed, and few of the things I was looking for. You've made me cry and smile and shake with anger and frustration and laughter. I came all this way only to meet a bunch of Americans and a handful of SPaniards, and I'm still feeling embarrassed about that. Everyday, you taunt me with all the htings I wanted to do and wished I would do but never started. Everyday, the way I wanted things to be and the way things are clash terribly, and it takes every ounce of mental strength I have to remember that that is more than okay, it is good and real, and that although it's easiest to be stung by the losses, there are so many wonders for me to remember.
The last weeks I've realized that it's been a semester of self examination, self reflection. How many other people have said these same words before, but my oh my how much I have learned about the person that I am right now.What makes me laugh, though, is that in a few more months at the tail end of all this craziness, I'll be just as transformed.
Sometimes I wonder if it was selfish to spend all this time looking inward--wasn't this year supposed to be about looking out? But perhaps it might be like that "You have to love yourself before you can love another person" type deal. I've got to look inward before looking outward. I mean, seriously. It's about time I had some serious self relection time. Burying myself in textbooks the last few years made it a little difficult to figure out exactly who this person writing these blogs is. But now I've got a better idea.
Segovia, thanks for all your help with Spanish. Everyday I speak it, I am reminded of how much more there is to learn, but it is hard to forget how far I've come. You introduced me to a new way of life, and some of the most wonderful people.
You've pushed me. Left me exhausted, exhilarated, inspired. You gave me some of your time, and I know now that the few moments I had here are not enough.
Nos vemos pronto. Un beso.
P.
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