So, it is the last week of actual classes here at ESDES.
WHHOOOO HOOOO!!! Right? Ya, not so much.
Everyone
is exhausted, tired of two languages circulating through their heads,
and ready to taste the savory Taco Bell meal they've all been craving
for 8 1/2 months. But, moral is low. And I'm not just talking about the
thought of taking the DELE on Friday. There aren't very many gleefully
dancing in the streets or shouting praising in the halls. Instead, we're
putting off the thought of packing, saying goodbye, or eating our last
kebap. It's starting to sink in that it's almost over: our year abroad
is coming to an end.
This past year has been be the best of my life. Though I am far away from the most important people such as family, best friends and boyfriend, I feel that Spain has eased the pain of distance. Though these people cannot ever be replaced, the new family and friends I've developed over these passed months will also forever be in my heart. I know, sentimentality does not become me, but you'll just have to deal with it, reader.
As
much as I am so ready to be back in the US of A, hug my parents, eat
American food and see my boyfriend, the feeling of separation from my
Spanish/American friends and teachers here is ever looming. I don't know
when or if I will ever be back here in Sagunto. I wish to return, but
life sometimes has other things in store. When will I ever be able to
simply walk over to my friends' rooms and chat? Now it will have to be
by plane, rather than foot. When will I ever see my Spanish friends
again? Skype, I suppose. If the internet permits. When will I be able to
see the Mediterranean from my balcony again? When will I ever have a
balcony for that matter?!
This
last Saturday was the final banquet celebration. Everyone came dressed
to the nines and looking lovely. Almost everyone from the school was
there. Prior to the event, some were asked to perform ditties as
entertainment. My friends Eloise and Jonathan chose to sing "Home" by
Michael Bublé. At first, I told myself that I would not even tear up at
the sound of the lyrics. Unfortunately, that didn't last very long. A
wave of overwhelming emotion hit my like a tsunami. My friends quickly
tried to help my regain composure, but it was too late. As the tears
gushed, I decided, "It's time. It's time to go home."
I think Edward Sharp says it best: "Home is whenever I'm with you." Though I feel the urge to return to my first home, I am sad to leave my second. The people here mean so much to me. They will always have a special, paella shaped space in my heart. Thank God I am here.
WHHOOOO HOOOO!!! Right? Ya, not so much.
This past year has been be the best of my life. Though I am far away from the most important people such as family, best friends and boyfriend, I feel that Spain has eased the pain of distance. Though these people cannot ever be replaced, the new family and friends I've developed over these passed months will also forever be in my heart. I know, sentimentality does not become me, but you'll just have to deal with it, reader.
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| Photo Credit: Hannah Stewart |
I think Edward Sharp says it best: "Home is whenever I'm with you." Though I feel the urge to return to my first home, I am sad to leave my second. The people here mean so much to me. They will always have a special, paella shaped space in my heart. Thank God I am here.
