Goodbye

This thing here has no other proper name name than Adventure. 

I fought battles and I won them.

Now, I sit here in Michigan, just like last winter around this time. 

But I assure you, I'm a different person. 

I still find myself getting caught up in a memory. I'll be walking through the halls at Bedford and I'll smile because I'm still living in the BiCafé and Paula is laughing at something David said, or I'll wince at something embarrassing that I said in class or to a group of cute boys. 

This is probably really unhealthy, but I just hate everything that brings me further away. The days and the seconds and the mean girls at school who can knock me down with just one glance are all pulling me away from my españoles. They pick me up and just tug me away just like that train and all of those planes. 

However, I have kept one thing. 

I have kept all of the changes in myself. 

I still remember all of the things that people said to me over there. 

I still remember Spanish.

I still remember how to stick up for myself when nobody is on my side.

I still remember how to ask for help.

I still remember how to trust people and just "déjalo" when they let you down.

Thank you, Porriño, for teaching me these things. 

Thanks for showing me who I am and who I can be.

Thanks for supplying me with the things I need for the next big adventure.

Believe me, there will be more.

Normal lives are sooooooo overrated.

the end.