What better way to celebrate the new year than to book a trip back home?
Yeah, that's right. I'm going to New York. On the 25th of January. Back here a week and a half later.
And right now, I couldn't care less about 7000 Spanish words or an entire text book full of insane grammar rules. I have no idea what course I'll be taking in 3 weeks time, but guess what? It doesn't really matter. Because I'm seeing one of my best girlfriends again, for the first time in 2,5 years, and I'm going back. Going home. And the rest of it will work out. Things do.
And I'm so happy. You just wouldn't believe...