I'm down to my last few hours in Madrid, and as much as I hate to say it, there are some things I am certainly going to miss about this place. Saying goodbye to the kids at school, some of my co-workers, the kids I tutor and the friends I've made here has been more difficult than I imagined it would be. As hard as I may have tried not to let myself have "too much" of a life for fear of attachment, it happened. And saying goodbye, knowing I'm not coming back next year, is a bit scary.
It's really a deja-vu feeling from last summer, when I had to say goodbye to Northwestern and the life I'd made in Evanston. It feels like I'm dying -- I'm saying goodbye to everyone, knowing that life will continue without me there to see and hear what's happening.
As I told a number of co-workers yesterday, moving to Madrid was nothing like I expected. From the apartment to my school, things were totally different. At the same time, my decision to move here for a year was probably one of the best choices I've made in life, and I don't regret it for a second. And even if I could start over again, I don't think there's a thing I would have changed about the experience. Everything I've gone through has taught me a lesson, and I've matured way beyond what I imagined I could. I've learned how to be financially independent and responsible, how to appreciate people for better or worse, and how life is really about what you make it. Plus, I've met some fantastic people along the way, some really bright kids, and seen exquisite places this world has to offer.
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so when do you get back, whatcha doin'?
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