Being a Languages student has some amazing advantages: you
can travel and speak to people in their own language, and they’ll let you into
a culture “normal” tourists don’t usually get to see. However, all this comes
at a price: when the time comes to go back to your “origins” you realise that,
while your world got bigger, the previous one hasn’t changed a bit, and you
suddenly feel there is simply not enough space for you there.
Every time I go back to Italy I find something new to complain
about, and this is just making me sad. This time round it seems to be one of
the worst ones. I spent all summer traveling, and the anticipation to move to Spain
is killing me, and spending three weeks in a place where there is absolutely
nothing to do is not helping my moodiness. And of course the weather isn’t
helping: it hasn’t stopped raining a single moment, and it’s got the same
temperatures as England in November!!! (Food for thought: I just had to put a
throw on my bed in order to keep me warm tonight).
Then of course there’s my friends, whom I’ve only seen once
in the past two weeks. And be careful, I’m not at all blaming them: they are
simply the victims of the same system I wanted to avoid when I moved to Britain,
a system which punishes you just for the fact you are young and a student. That
simply isn’t right, and after a series of domino effects I’m the one who finds
himself angry for them!
However I do not mind doing things alone: small problem though,
around here there is absolutely nothing I can do!! Three weeks is just turning
out to be too long to stay here, and I feel the need to leave. Straight away.
And of course I still miss my coursemates, everyday a little bit more, and I can’t
wait to see them again. I just want something to do to get my mind off things.
People who know me know I like to keep busy, and I always am: having nothing to
do is turning out to be the most tiring thing ever!
Minus 8. It’s getting here. And I can’t wait. A year of new
experiences, some good, some bad, but all to cherish. And I need this moment to
arrive, possibly quickly.
In the meantime, STOP BLOODY RAINING!!!
Sorry for the depressed post. The next one will be written
from Madrid though, so it should be good!!!
Until then, ¡Hasta
luegoooooooooooo!
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