End Of Days

Well. Here it is. I feel as if I should write something profound in here, being as you all read this for the last four months, I owe you at least something interesting to end it off with.

But... I got nothing. I've spent the last two days furiously packing, saying goodbyes, wiping tears and tying loose ends... and they still aren't all tied. I'm trying to figure out how to do this without feeling like I'm being ripped in half, but I don't think there is a way -- other than this: I'm coming back.

As soon as I realized that, everything got a heck of a lot easier. Because, well, why not? I've got family in Alicante, now, don't I? And don't you make sure you visit your family every couple of years?

So, saying goodbye wasn't goodbye. It was "Hasta pronto" -- See you soon. Of course, I'm sad. I'm terribly, terribly sad. But, I've embarked on my journey back, and I will be back in the States within the next 24 hours. Right now, I'm in my hotel in Madrid, having taken the train from Alicante along the snow-capped countryside and am now sitting with a can of Coke, half of my Spanish madre's wonderful tortilla-bocadillo sandwich, free WiFi and a movie playing on the TV in my four-star hotel. Just talked to my mom, who is soo excited to see me and a couple of friends who are already planning to hang-out as soon as I'm up to it. So. I guess my life there was only put on pause and maybe I can figure out how to press "play" again.

Anyways. I'm going to get myself situated and settle in for bed. See you tomorrow, everyone!