|1. Monday morning. Waking up at 6am. After spending some time in my room, getting ready for a long day at uni, I went in the kitchen and found this on the table. I have the cutest flatmates ever.|
|12. Local market. The student life deprives me from actually purchasing any cute things. I have to constantly ask myself Do I really need this?! I plan on forgetting that before Christmas. I'll definitely get whatever my heart desires.|
I don't feel like it's the most amazing experience of my life. Sure, I do things and see places I never have before, but I don't have that breathtaking feeling that my heart is about to explode.
I don't know if I'm doing something wrong or if this is how it's supposed to be.
- I love that I get to improve my English. Especially talking with a British accent. It's bad, but it's better than before. I'm also starting to have dreams in which I'm talking to people in Spanish. My flatmate says that it's normal for this to happen once you spend some time in a foreign country and you constantly have to deal with the language.
- It's strange how I feel closer to the people back home now, than I did when I could spend time with them. I appreciate them so much more now and I miss it all terribly. Still, I'm not looking forward to going back in February but I couldn't live here permanently. My life. Always torn between two opposites, never knowing what I truly want.
- I'm getting used to the Spanish schedule for meals. Which means having dinner after 11pm. Also, the siesta is becoming a serious daily necessity.