as i sit here in the pan's & company coffee shop underneath my school, i can't help but wonder if this is really where i'm meant to be. it doesn't feel right. & when i think about being here for 4 months, i get really stressed & frantic & scared. i want to go home. or do i? is this normal to be feeling this way right now & then soon enough i'll adapt & things won't be so bad? i don't know. i keep having these dreams. dreams about my family. & about george harrison. why is that? i've had 3 about him since i've been here, almost 1 dream every night. but my dreams aren't happy. i'm either fighting w/my family or am somehow there when george harrison dies. very sad.
sevilla itself is a pretty enough city. there are palm trees everywhere making it look more like morocco than spain. i like to sit on a bench by a the river and look at the houses, thinking i'm there instead of in spain. makes everything more exotic. i've found a great little cafe right near my house & will be spending a lot of time there. i only have class until 2:30 every day and no classes on fridays so i need to find ways to occupy myself. it's all so stressful. but? i'm comforted by this cafe playing american music videos on it's tv's. makes it seem like home, sort of.
i am here.
lost in transpaintion.
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There is a bottle of exotic oil infusions body wash in my shower titled "Morrocco". It made me think ever so fondly I you. I miss you something awful. Hang in there my dear. You will find your niche soon.
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