Day Twenty-One

I've officially lived in Spain for three weeks.  While that doesn't seem like a long time, it is like a small milestone for me.

Three weeks is long enough:

for your bangs to grow and touch your eyelashes
for your boyfriend to get an internship
for your best friend to get in a car accident
to read a book
to make new friends
to learn that mocha's do not exist in Spain
to plan a trip
to finally be able to navigate your new city without a map
to forget everything you've ever learned about a language in order to learn it for real.

its frightening and thrilling, exciting and terrifying, new and unexplored, home and yet so far away
its unreal, majestic, colorful, modern and historic.
its motos, cobblestone streets, fountains, and exploring.

but most of all its three whole weeks.

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