It is starting to get weird now.
I cannot even process it or try anymore. I live here now.
Everyday I have this horrid thought about how I have to leave. STOP IT! Corynn, just stop!
And the thing is, I couldn't tell you what it is about Granada that I love so much; it is nothing you can see.
It is getting to be a struggle to keep in touch with the homeland. The time difference frustrates us all and causes us to somewhat give up. It is really hard for me because I really hate to grow apart from people who have meant something to me before. I am working on getting used to that though, because there is no reason to dwell on a lost friendship.
And yet, while I am here I am completely losing track of, well, any goals I had. I think that I just stopped having goals. No, that's wrong. I just stopped stressing out about things that don't go right. I really have been trying to figure out what makes me happy and I through this, I have been realizing more and more that that is the only thing I should focus on everyday. It really doesn't matter when I finish school or if I get a real swell job or if I will ever get married, as long as I am content with my life at all times, then I am successful.
One of my roommates (she is so radtown) and I have this crazy problem where we go to cafes to study and end up not studying and drinking too much coffee and talking about all the stuff that we should be doing and just giggling about it, because we know it is not going to happen at that moment because we are too busy enjoying it, with pastry in hand (or I guess stomach.)
I do need to work on one thing while I am here and that is my Spanish. I, as well as many of us here, have slipped into this funk where we have complete survivor skills but to have a lovely and comfortable conversation is still difficult. I didn't realize how much I would have to work at it. I am going to learn as much Spanish as I make myself. I am not coming home until I feel comfortable and if that means boycotting English, so be it.
La cosa es que, tengo que ir a los intercambios. Pero, como siempre, tengo miedo or something like that.
Pues, quizás será mejor si yo "blog" solamente en español.
Vale. He decidido. Voy a escribir la mayoría de mis blogs en español. Porque vivo en España.
Ya está.
For now.
I cannot even process it or try anymore. I live here now.
Everyday I have this horrid thought about how I have to leave. STOP IT! Corynn, just stop!
And the thing is, I couldn't tell you what it is about Granada that I love so much; it is nothing you can see.
It is getting to be a struggle to keep in touch with the homeland. The time difference frustrates us all and causes us to somewhat give up. It is really hard for me because I really hate to grow apart from people who have meant something to me before. I am working on getting used to that though, because there is no reason to dwell on a lost friendship.
And yet, while I am here I am completely losing track of, well, any goals I had. I think that I just stopped having goals. No, that's wrong. I just stopped stressing out about things that don't go right. I really have been trying to figure out what makes me happy and I through this, I have been realizing more and more that that is the only thing I should focus on everyday. It really doesn't matter when I finish school or if I get a real swell job or if I will ever get married, as long as I am content with my life at all times, then I am successful.
One of my roommates (she is so radtown) and I have this crazy problem where we go to cafes to study and end up not studying and drinking too much coffee and talking about all the stuff that we should be doing and just giggling about it, because we know it is not going to happen at that moment because we are too busy enjoying it, with pastry in hand (or I guess stomach.)
I do need to work on one thing while I am here and that is my Spanish. I, as well as many of us here, have slipped into this funk where we have complete survivor skills but to have a lovely and comfortable conversation is still difficult. I didn't realize how much I would have to work at it. I am going to learn as much Spanish as I make myself. I am not coming home until I feel comfortable and if that means boycotting English, so be it.
La cosa es que, tengo que ir a los intercambios. Pero, como siempre, tengo miedo or something like that.
Pues, quizás será mejor si yo "blog" solamente en español.
Vale. He decidido. Voy a escribir la mayoría de mis blogs en español. Porque vivo en España.
Ya está.
For now.
