Happy 9 months, Spain. :)

Greguerías: frases breves que encierran un aforismo (una frase que contiene sabiduría), una pirueta conceptual o una metáfora insólita, o simplemente “Humorismo + Metáfora = Greguería”. Allí les van algunas:

Intenté suicidarme, y casi me mato.

Si vais a la felicidad llevad sombrilla.

Hay unas beatas que rezan como los conejos comen hierba.

El amor nace del deseo repentino de hacer eterno lo pasajero.

De la unión de viuda y viudo sale el niño vestido de luto.

Soda: agua con hipo.

I am able to absorb and appreciate the little pleasures of life with a clear conscience. And I’m eager to return to the States to love my friends and family with the open heart that I feel I understand now. I am ready to be a better friend, a better daughter, a better listener. I feel I’ve become that person, and I want to pick up where I left off with the people I love.

But I have now created a life here that it will hurt to leave. My friends here — and I can’t even imagine how I will feel next year — are so important to me. Not only do they love me, not only did they take me under their wing and share their country with me, but they were here for me as I became something new. They will always be representative of this part of my life where I grew up, where I learned, where I was able to love who I am. I don’t want to give them up, I don’t want to miss the hours-long conversations over wine and coffee, or the days at the beach talking about travel and what we leave behind. I don’t want to let this part of me die. I don’t want it to slip into a coma and be forgotten.

(Source: faganchelsea)

haaaveyoumetted:

I’m done. 

• Tomorrow is my 21st birthday.
• I go home in exactly 2 weeks (13 days, 19 hours, 41 minutes, and 10 seconds, to be exact). 
• I’ve been in Spain for just about 9 months now.
• My program’s final dinner together is in exactly 1 week. 
• I leave to Scotland next Friday.
• I need to start packing.
• I don’t want to start packing.
• Fuck. I’m going home in 2 weeks.