Five
So I have five days left in the USA.
andalotineedtodoooooo.
Or at least it feels like it. The main thing looming over my head is the fact that I need to repack everything… I really don’t want to do that. But I have to. I didn’t pack like, a ton of stuff I will need. I’m very pro skype now. I didn’t like it so much before, but now I have like, a reason to use it. So far my list of people is Paz (my new mom), my whole family (minus Yaiza, she wasn’t home), my new grandparents, Umut (my Turkish friend), Alice (my sister), and Maria (my best friend).
At first it was really hard to understand spanish over the computer. With microphones, and translation and everything, I’m not always the fastest. But I know that when I’m emersed, I always know more than I think. (And if not, Sarah, my ex teacher/ ex rotary outbound coordinator/ camp discovery worker taught me how to do definitions of what I’m trying to say. They are SO helpful it’s almost ridiculous.)
I just want to leave haha. Whenever anything bad happens now, I just automatically think “I’m leavvvvvvinggggg! I don’t have to deal with that anymoooooore!” and I can’t wait. Five days, and counting.
