When I walk to and from class in Madison, I am usually on the phone with my mom or other members of my family. During my freshman year of college, I never talked on my cell phone while walking on campus because everyone else did so, and I thought it was super annoying. Despite this, I have somehow morphed into one of those with their hands seemingly glued to their ears. I did not realize how much of a habit this had become over the past semester until I started classes in Sevilla. Here, though, I no longer have the luxury of calling anyone, let alone anyone in the States, as it is much more expensive on the pay-as-you-go system than with my plan back home. So, on my twenty-five-minute walks to or from my classes I must occupy myself in another manner.
Usually, I am doing one of two things. If no one is within a half of a block of me, I am singing. What? I miss my shower/car/house-cleaning jam sessions. If people are close enough that I could potentially offend them with my musical un-talents, I am just letting thoughts run through my head. Recently, my mind has been turning to the same theme over and over again: the people who surround me back home.
The people to whom I am referring are not necessarily those who are physically near me in Madison or Hudson. In fact, quite a few are not, but all of these people are the ones who have given me the most support, encouragement, love, and laughter over the years. Whether they are family members, friends, or role models, I have always been blessed to have a multitude of good, caring people in my life.
I am constantly grateful for this. My life is beautiful, and I know that I am fortunate. So many people do not have anything close to the support network that I have, and I have taken great care to maintain the good relationships that others have formed with me. I have always been thankful for this, but while I am here I am extra-appreciative, most likely due to the very real physical distance that separates me from them. Hopping into a car or onto a bus to visit someone is no longer an option.
I miss so many of you very much. Sometimes I think I am crazy for leaving all of that behind, but then I remember that it is only temporary and that, hello! I am in Spain. I am not foolish enough to waste my time here. Europe provides plenty to learn and infinite places to explore, and I am taking advantage of that every day. I'll probably be whining about how much I miss it as soon as I get back! God has blessed me with this opportunity just as I have been blessed with so much love in my short lifetime. Do not worry—I am not homesick per say, and I am loving almost every minute of Spain. Just know that I have a special place in my heart for those back home. I will always keep a place in my heart for you.
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