I’m on my second tube of toothpaste, my third umbrella, and my fourth metro pass. In other words, I have been in España for 2.5 months.
If you’ve been keeping up with my adventures, you know that I adore, yes, adore living in Madrid. My job is amazing, as is the community of friends that I have here. I love how history fills the streets as much as people do, how the school experience reminds me of not just how different we are, but also how alike.
That being said, it has been 2.5 months. 80 days. The luna de miel has to end eventually. Perhaps it is the fact that I am flirting with routine, but I have felt the first tugs of unrest. Suddenly, I’m facing the fact that the slightly annoying aspects that I put up with for these months are going to be constant companions for seven months more. Some days I get tired of being Funny Accent Girl, and I miss the known world.
The Natural State
I have compiled a list of things that I miss from my cushy life stateside:
*knowing how everyday things operate / not feeling like a moron every time I need to purchase something or go somewhere
* lugging groceries home via car (as opposed to shoulder)
* people holding doors and not allowing them to slam in your face
* standard customer service
*a stable showerhead
*weekly phone calls with Mullally
* the creations that come out of my parent’s kitchen /grainy bread, cowboy cookies / dinner conversation
*woods and trees and leaves crunching underfoot
* second-hand stores
*ubiquitous heating and AC
*and–this last one cannot be stressed enough–more smoke-free environments