End of holidays and home, sweet home
Tuesday, 24. February 2009, 18:03:16
I wish I could call it sweet. It's not that I hate my house, I actually love my room. But I don't want to go back. Sometimes I miss being in my room, using my computer, having my whole closet available instead of just a bag with some of my clothes. I also miss my bed: it's comfortable, and when I wake up, I turn around and see the walls covered in pictures and letters of people I love.
As many of you know, I live in a small city which is about 160km from the capital of the province of Cordoba. I was born in the capital, but moved when I was eleven. However, I come to the capital whenever I can... this is where most of my siblings live, where I can play with my nieces and visit my boyfriend.
It will be so hard to go back and leave what I've enjoyed of during these last three months. Almost all of the people who are important to me are here.
This year I will move back. But I will finish high school first, and I'll be here some time after that, to start studying for university. Until now, the career I chose is History. But I'm never sure. It would be a bit dissappointing for everyone to know I've already changed career again, but damn it's so hard to decide what to do for the rest of my life.
But I still have a year to go. 9 months of school, of classes, of my house, of coming back once in a while. I just hope my boyfriend doesn't get tired of the distance.
It's this Sunday that I will take the bus back home. I'd like this week to last forever. But that's just impossible. I wish I could control the time.
I hope the year passes by quickly. Fast enough really.
As many of you know, I live in a small city which is about 160km from the capital of the province of Cordoba. I was born in the capital, but moved when I was eleven. However, I come to the capital whenever I can... this is where most of my siblings live, where I can play with my nieces and visit my boyfriend.
It will be so hard to go back and leave what I've enjoyed of during these last three months. Almost all of the people who are important to me are here.
This year I will move back. But I will finish high school first, and I'll be here some time after that, to start studying for university. Until now, the career I chose is History. But I'm never sure. It would be a bit dissappointing for everyone to know I've already changed career again, but damn it's so hard to decide what to do for the rest of my life.
But I still have a year to go. 9 months of school, of classes, of my house, of coming back once in a while. I just hope my boyfriend doesn't get tired of the distance.
It's this Sunday that I will take the bus back home. I'd like this week to last forever. But that's just impossible. I wish I could control the time.
I hope the year passes by quickly. Fast enough really.
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