I’m back with a new design, new motivation and new stories to tell. While I was away, I’ve seen many things, Bali, Australia, New Zealand etc. and I hope I’ll find the time to tell you more about my adventures, the story about my broken back and why there was no time for writing anymore. But first I want to tell you about my city trip to Barcelona and some locations that made my trip unique.
…you seem to be really busy because I, once again, should apologize for not taking care of my blog lately. Sorry for that. But now: as I turned 20 recently, I was thinking about writing a post and this is why I tried to figure out what turning 20 is all about. I came to the conclusion that, at a first glance, it isn’t really that big of a deal. Two numbers changed, the “one” is gone and it’s staying away from the pole position for the next 80 years. (If I manage to survive until then which is, considering my clumsiness, really unlikely.) So there we are, still young, still making mistakes, still vulnerable and still regretting things we shouldn’t. But with 20 one quite important thing has changed: I am one step closer to adulthood.
Recently a lot of people have asked me what I have planned for the next two months. I start telling them that I’m going to spend some days here and some days there and while telling this I suddenly realize that there is not much time left that I’ll be actually spending at home before university starts again. I’m home now for exactly one month and after Erasmus it was a little confusing to get back to my so-called normal life again but I think that everyone needs a period of adjustment after a stay abroad. Anyway, it is not true that I’m actually home as in my real home, it is just the fact that I’m not in Spain anymore that makes me believe that I’m home. But the truth is that I am touring around again with a little suitcase with too less clothing in it. And the first time in my life I feel that this is kind of wrong.