I want to breathe a sigh of relief. I don't even remember my journey home. At one point, on my flight home from Madrid--I thought the plane was crashing....because I didn't remember taking off. I was scared that I would oversleep and miss a connecting flight. I've never been more helpless in my entire life. This is the one time, I wish my Mom would stop giving me tough love. She expected me to fly from Sevilla into Portugal and then figure it out with US Airways from there. I almost started laughing..but instead I started crying. Totally, utterly--lost. I sat in the Seville airport..just hoping that somehow I could just magically be home, curled up in my bed.
I'm so frail, 15 lbs lighter and ghostly pale. Now I know why everyone called me the sick kid and wanted to know if it was contagious. On the flipside, I had girls asking me to spit in their water so their clothes would fall off them too..pahaha. I know deep down this was the only choice..there is no way I could be setting up an apartment and bustling around to get my life in order. I barely remember yesterday. The lesson to be learned from this-is always listen to your body. I was so concerned about being too scared to make this big trip..and it ended up making everything worse for me. I know that my friends who love me will support me in coming home, and I'm happy I listened instead of being stubborn.
P.S: A--you've been a guardian angel, a voice of reason, and a shoulder to lean on (literally at the airport lol) te amo.
"The thing about plans is they don't take into account the unexpected, so when we're thrown a curve ball, we have to improvise. Of course, some of us are better at it than others. Some of us just have to move on to plan B, and make the best of it. And sometimes what we want is exactly what we need. But sometimes, sometimes what we need is a new plan."
No comments:
Post a Comment