Not a goodbye

One second you’re stepping on a plane with shaking knees and teary eyes at the end of summer, and the next you’re already saying goodbye to your new home and family with those same teary eyes. I guess it’s true what they say: time flies, you’ll be back before you know it, and you don’t know what you have until it’s gone. My dear Madrid, although I am (not so secretly) terribly happy to return to my loving family, friends and boyfriend, I will miss you dearly. You’ve been my home for the past 5 months, and that leaves a mark. 

I will miss breakfast from Santa Eulalia, the best bakery of Madrid. The stores that are all open until 10pm, even on Sundays. The soft warm wind that blows through my hair the moment I step out of the door. My room here that every other week was decorated with obnoxiously princess-like pink bedsheets. The feeling of suddenly seeing a postcard from my mum or grandma or a friend when you least expect it. The nights of staying in instead of going out because my compis and I are having such a grand time together. Cooking in a tiny kitchen that’s too small for 8 people and their guests. Being out and about doing nothing but simply enjoying the crowds of tourists. Retiro. The UCM campus. The Prado. All the amazing food (100 Montaditos, Taco Bell, Burger King, TGI Friday’s, La Musa, Juicy Avenue,…) The amazing people, the amazing streets, the amazing … You name it, I’ll miss it.

But even though there’s so much to miss, I know I’ll come back to do it all again. No, instead, there’s a lot more to take with me: experiences, adventures, knowledge, confidence, friendships. Because even though coming here scared me, it has been one of the best decisions in my life. I have grown more into who I am, into who I want to be. And now I so clearly understand my loving stepfather when he said I would leave a girl and return a woman: you can’t do all this and stay the same. At the beginning, I said this would be a crash course adulthood 101, and now I can add that I received full merits and an A+.

Thank you Madrid, for letting me get to know you, for being my home away from home, and for teaching me so many things. I will remember this forever.
P.S.: Just like my first ‘real’ post was posted at the time of my flight, this one is as well. Just for the sake of it. 


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