It was love at first sight, a whirlwind adventure. It was long walks along the beach and late night churro dates. It was running carefree through castles and jet-setting every weekend. It was the experience of a lifetime, it was my semester abroad.
But now, here I am, 2 weeks later, and it’s nothing but a memory. I imagine this is what it’s like when you get dumped by the love of your life. I was so involved in this amazing thing, and it took over every second of my life, it was as if reality and responsibilities were all put on hold for this semester. And now I’ve been cut off cold-turkey and I have to get back to real life and reintegrate myself and find out where I belong again.
I wasn’t expecting this to happen, but there’s so many memories of my time away, and so many things here that remind me of things in Spain, but I don’t want to be that girl. The “oh well when I lived in Europe…” girl, because that’s obnoxious and annoying, so I’ve got all these stories that I’m keeping to myself, and it’s causing me to long for my time in Spain again. Writing about it helps, and so does texting in our Granada group chat, but I know it’s going to take a while to get back into the swing of things, and I also know a part of me will always miss Granada, and my adventures abroad.
Until next time,