16 enero - 21 enero
Jealous.
The second week of living in Spain did not come with lifted spirits, like I might have hoped.
I moved in with my host mother Saturday, January 16 and realized almost immediately, during the greeting with two kisses that the smoking was going to be too much for me. I moved in nonetheless and was bombarded with the life of a heavy smoker. I thought this to be odd, because I had requested no smoking when applying for my housing last November. I knew that there was nothing I could do about it on Saturday and figured I could take care of it Monday morning.
While in limbo, waiting to find out about a new host mother who didn't smoke and didn't live a 20 minute bus ride from school, I felt extremely jealous. I was jealous of people in my program that landed a great living situation, jealous of Spaniards who had the comfort of their family, their home, and their things nearby, jealous of couples walking down the street together (though I’m still a little envious of that).
However, the time past by quickly with a visit to the Alhambra, tarot card readings, and the first week of classes.
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