Those that know me will know that writing this post is not easy for me, and that every single thing that I mention here will move me.
Where can I start? Well, let's start from the beginning, haha!
In August 8th I breathed new air, suffered the humid weather and got nervous when I realized that I didnt have my campus card to enter the dorm. Cool. We were told about everything, but not about the main thing. We were more than fine though, we had Daniel and his lovely personality that would help us anytime.
He would not be the only one to be special in our time there, but also Tommy, Julia and Jasmyn would take part in our experience, becoming our family in Bham. We wished they could have come with us to Panama City (I mean, to the CLub LaVela and the beach...lol), and we wrote their names on the sand. However, they did come to ATL for a weekend and had a blast. I can't tell all the anecdotes, but yes, after a hard night drinking beer, we talked.... A LOT and about many things. That night they all discovered who I am for real :)
Classes began, and we all disappeared a little bit. Sometimes, Miguel Ángel and me found that not many people wanted to go out, but we thought that that was not a problem. We didnt have a car, but we had legs instead. The Diva and the Divo went out and walked for 15 minutes until they arrived to their second house in which the woman of the entrance started to not open the passport to see if we were adults.
I would create a post just to talk about our second house, I promise...but it would be better if we write a book telling anecdotes in that club. It has been the house where I found freedom. I danced like crazy, like americans do (no description available), I jumped, met new and weird people...and it turned out to be the club I wish I had here. I would bring some freaks, and their music. I dont know if I would bring the huge mirror in which the FBI could take evidences of many things from. That mirror saw too many things...
During the week, we went to class and studied. We also went to the Rec Center to freak out when we saw all those perfect bodies and people in the ellipticals talking on the phone.
Some day, Miguel was helping a girl with her Spanish and a girl from Galicia, that plays tennis for UAB, heard him and thought that he was from Spain. They started to talk and what they did not know is that that day would change my experience and Miguel's for the better. Clara, her inconditional friend also took part in it, and so, all their team mates did. It sucks that it was at the end when we got to know each other more. I am serious, it sucks. And I say this because I found real friends in some of them, and others that could also be like them. But guess what...it happens that when you have to leave, you feel that you are feeling better than ever.
The friends of the beginning would still be there for anything, laughing with Miguel and with me, listening to us, taking us anywhere and doing her job as family anytime. And the newest ones became so important that it is because of them that we have to split our experience into two.
When I stopped to think that all those great feelings were going too far that hurt, and you guys (or y'all) don't know how much, a lot of questions started to come to my mind, but these two are the main ones: when am I going to see them again?will they be the same in time?
And those questions are hard to answer. I know that the fame that The States have is that people are fake. Well, they may be fake, but that happens anywhere. Between lies and trues I found love, special love, affection...and sometimes I had to lie to myself not to die of sadness. And you know why that happened to me?because I had to come back to Spain. If not, who knows...
It is hard to find the words to describe an experience that I always dreamed of and got to live. I saw myself HAPPY because I got that precious and expensive scholarship that showed me that we live to grow all our life long, that we never know if we are right or wrong until we experience things, and that the word "effort" is worth it.
I would say the names of all the people that took part of my experience, but they just have to consider themselves lucky for making me happy from the moment I met them, until I fastened the belt of that seat that would bring me back again to where I started to enjoy this experience unconciously. Guess what...I don't need real pictures because I keep the best moments and people in my heart.
"Memory is a way of holding on to the things you love, the things you are, the things you never want to lose.” Kevin Arnold
Thanks people, for making this UNFORGETTABLE.
See you soon :)
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