My Last Day

I can't believe my last day is finally here.  It seems like just yesterday I walked into this strange home and cried because I was "stuck" here for 5 months.  How could I have thought I was going to be "stuck", with that horrible connotation that this place would be bad.  Looking back at everything I've done, I can't believe I made it.  I have one more final today, really it's just a simple presentation that I've had done for a few days now.  I'm currently trying to check into my flight home, check in...this is crazy.  My room is all packed up, and seeing that I fit an entire semester into one suitcase and a backpack to get here, I'm very impressed with myself.

Last night I met with Maria and Manolo for the last time, and as I walked away and said "Hasta pronto" to them it finally hit me that I wasn't coming back.  We weren't going to make arrangements to meet with them next week, and I wasn't going to see them again in this wonderful atmosphere.  Tears started rolling down my face, and I held it together for my walk home.  I surprisingly didn't cry that much, it's especially surprising for me because I cry a lot.  For some reason, this just doesn't seem real.  I don't feel like I'm getting on a plane tomorrow, if I think about it, my stomach just turns into knots.  So I guess thinking about leaving isn't an option for me.

Today we're all going to eat some cake in the park today, and enjoy our last time in the park together.  I will probably go out for one last set of tapas and then head to bed.  I will probably cry, but who knows, because I've been surprisingly stone faced about this whole thing.  I guess I won't realize that I've gone until I'm home in my own bed and thinking about everything I've done.

This semester has been a blessing, and I honestly can't believe it all happened.  I feel like I've lived some other life, a very blessed and special life here. I hope I can return again soon, because Granada will always have a special place in my heart. <3