I wish my flatmates would go out so I could have the kitchen to myself; I am too ashamed to cook pasta with instant pesto sauce in front of Italians.
I had my second 'homesick' day since I left Australia today, I just wanted a hug. I have friends here, but not the type I can just randomly demand a proper hug from- like, 'HUG ME, BITCH -PRONTO'. I have been surprised that I haven't been more homesick, the last time I lived in Europe I often wished I was somewhere other than where I was, maybe back home. I guess because this time I actually have a bit more freedom to choose what I do and where I go, it's different. In general I have been pretty happy in the last few months, my life is the adventure I wanted, and adventures can't always run perfectly. I think things have been falling into place, regardless of how much I stressed about what would happen.
It will be fantastic to finally have a place to settle in a bit in Andalucía. Unpack my clothes, have somewhere to put my toothbrush...have an address for my parents to send my contact lenses to.
Today I wrote a postcard to myself. It was addressed to 'Future Te'. I used my favourite Valencian postcard, of Barrio de Carmen, an area I love. I wrote it in Spanish and sent it off to my parents to safeguard for the future. Whenever I return to Australia, I will have a postcard from Past Te; Hmmm, can you tell I've been reading the Time Traveller's Wife?
When I was 13 I had the idea of writing a letter to myself in 10 years time. The envelope is back in Australia, I cannot for the life of me remember what I wrote, or put in there - it's quite big (and covered with Buffy pictures). I am very much looking forward to the day I can rip it open and see what treasures are inside from my tween self. It's not far off. Hesus, I can't believe that it has been almost 10 years since I was 13...
Photo: Anna Rosa Krau