Two of my private classes finished earlier this month. My gym membership runs out tomorrow. My French roommate, Mathilde, moved out yesterday morning, and we all went out to a Galician restaurant with good seafood and plenty of wine for our last meal together on Tuesday. Nacho and Emma, my other two roommates, both have a few days or weeks left, but they won´t ever be in the apartment at the same time, so they´ve said their good-byes to each other.
Today I signed up for the end of the year comida (large lunch) with the teachers at my school on the 27th. I´m starting to recycle papers, donate clothes, and think about downsizing my things so they can fit in a suitcase.
I´ve had the ¨yes I´m going home, and no I´m not working at this school next year, and no I´m not sure when I´ll be back, and no, I don´t know what concretely I´ll be doing next year¨ conversation with every teacher at school at least twice I think.
I´m heading to Morocco this weekend, something I´ve wanted to do since I first arrived to Spain. Last weekend I finally made it out to Toledo and Alcalá de Henares in two day trips after living a short bus ride away from them the whole year.
Thinking about using up the canned vegetables and frozen things I have in the house. Took my sleeping bag off the clothes hanger and stuffed it into its stuff sack this afternoon.
Tomorrow is the ¨bilingual program graduation ceremony and breakfast¨ at school. I spent a while earlier this week designing the certificates.
Lots of good-bye parties and long nights and tapas and trips and out-of-town visitors and meeting really great people right before leaving and dancing and chatting and eating out. I´m tired and busy but enjoying myself a lot and a little sad but mostly in a bit of a daze of endings and ending-related events.
Since I´m thinking specifically about my roommates right now and how glad I am to have felt so comfortable living with them all year, here we are:
Not sure I´ll ever get around to all the retroblogging I could do, and I still have just over 2 weeks left, but things and people are already beginning to change and move. It´s been a good but exhausting week/weekend/week.
1 comentario:
Awwww, what a melancholy post, my dear. Endings are sad, but beginnings are exciting. Just remember that some things have to end in order for others to begin. You're going to have a great year in the US, I'm sure... and you know you can always come back. Spain isn't going anywhere. (neither am I). ;)
xo,
V
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