Tomorrow is my birthday, where I will indulge myself in yet another year of life. gotta say, it just feels so... right to be this age. It is a sign, I think, that my plan will work out fine.
Today me and my family went to a tapas place in the city for a birthday dinner. Tapas are a foreign concept to my mother, a wonderful treat for me and my father, and torture to my brother. I do believe that if we ever left the country, my brother would starve by way of pickiness. It'll be really interesting to see what he does when he's 30 and I'm 32 and living in Spain and he's stuck in the mundane old United States with the giant old unemployment rate.
Living in Spain has quite recentley become a pasion of mine. Worlds apart are my home and this realm of magic just across the Atlantic. The scents, the sights the flavors... but best of all is the sounds. The sound of the Spanish language has always sounded to me like music, a mixture of every pleasing sound you could imagine. Every voice I have ever heard in English sounds so much better in Spanish if they know what they're saying. If I had to speak only one language forever, it would be the highest honnor to have the privelige of Spanish gracing my lips every day. Although I am merely an amatuer, I am ahead of almost everyone I know. Someday, though, someday, I will speak with the same fluency as a native speaker, taking pride in every savory letter. And not only that, I want to dance, sing and and everything else about the culture like I was born doing it.
Sadness however, darkens my sunshine. I share this obsession with no one close. I am called a geek, a nerd, a weirdo, everything under the sun just for doing what I love and obsessing over it.
So this is me, the Spanish Girl, Signing off.
“Everything you can imagine is real.”- Pablo Picasso |
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