This past week was lengthy and exhausting. Last Sunday night, I had some guests (two brothers that Lisa and I met in Spain) stay at my place on their interrail journey. Their stay was quick but immensely enjoyable for me. My host mom has been up to her shoulders in work so, as a result, I have too. Luckily, T hasn’t been as much of a trouble-maker lately so I’ve been able to enjoy my time with him (for the most part). For all of the week, I was getting over being sick so I skipped the gym all week in lieu of working out (or attempting to) at my place and not spreading germs. The lack of motivation spread into today because I skipped out on volleyball.
I’ve been thinking more about my future plans, for both the summer, and after I return to the States. I feel as if I’m getting pulled in all directions while, at the same time, being untethered at the same time. It’s just the thoughts of what I’ll do after I return where I’m most lost. I’m thankful that I’ll at least have events happening to distract me upon my return but I also imagine that I’ll need to start earning money so the events might hinder that venture. I miss the ease of being a kid and student, not having to think too far into planning your life. What I wouldn’t give to play duck, duck, goose with friends (saw a reel yesterday where adults were playing…it uncovered some over-looked memories).
Every month before my period, I get both introspective and short-fused. Today, I’m leaning more towards introspective, some could even say nostalgic. My thoughts are centered around all the times we do something for the last time without even realizing it. The fall semester before COVID, I had my last tailgate season (you could also have considered it as my first since I didn’t drink any of the years before) and Boca campus experiences. Spring semester 2020 was short-lived, I had temporarily relocated to Fort Pierce for the Semester by the Sea Program, since we left for spring break and didn’t return. I feel like I brush over the small moments, and they end up being some of my favorite memories when something reminds me of them. I try my best to keep short notes in my phone to remind me of small moments (Paco buying me a coffee, Isabelle getting left on the island, Devon Gilfillian smelling so good, joining a random group of Venezuelans during a boat party in Miami, etc.) just so when I’m scrolling through the app they can brighten my day.
I’m hoping to get some more killer memories (big and small) when I get back to the US before (hopefully) heading back to Europe to start the next chapter of my life but only time will tell. Hopefully all of this had made sense to you and isn’t too chaotic (truth, I never proofread my posts before publishing….oops), I’m happy anytime someone reads my random mind-dumps. Here’s a song rec for making it this far 🙂
Tash the Traveler 