I've been trying to think about what this year has been like and how I feel about today.
The answer, like most things in my life, is that it's complicated. This year has somehow managed to be simultaneously the fastest and slowest year of my life. I can't believe I've already been here for a year ... and I can't believe I've ONLY been here for a year. I'm really proud of how less scary everything is than when I first stepped into this apartment. But I'm still pretty scared about trying to figure out what the future holds for me ... and when I'll get back to the US.
I'm happy I'm here and I wish I were home at the same time. I spent the night in my new apartment last night, and will say goodbye to this apartment for good in just a few hours. And I'll be able to say I lived in Spain for more than a year ... Hopefully not much more though. If you're of the praying persuasion, I can definitely use some that a couple of my plans in the works will come to fruition, and I can enjoy the next couple of months in Spain knowing I'll go back to the US soon.
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A quick story about the big move yesterday. I have somehow accumulated a lot of stuff since I've been here (a lot of it won't be coming back to the States with me, like bathroom and kitchen stuff), but I had a ton of junk to move. A friend of a friend offered use of his (small) car at the last minute. So at 10 pm, my friend and I hauled my stuff to the lobby, with a plan to do two car loads. But Basques are nothing if not industrious and with a little fancy wiggling, and me jamming into the back under the thing covering his trunk that we had to remove and relocate for the mile long ride down the hill, we made it in one load. So the whole move, door-to-door took less than 45 minutes. Well, almost the whole move, as today I have to move cleaning supplies, two trash cans and a whole bunch of hangers. And, I'm really, really happy that the next time I move will be back to the US.
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