I just talked to my best friend from Spain (he’s American) who I haven’t spoken to in a really long time and he told me about this absolutely dumb situation at school with a passive aggressive teacher who is apparently psychotic! I had thought that a lot of my rage about Spain had subsided since it has been several months now, but when he was talking about it it all came back. It was weird talking about all the faculty and people I used to loathe and remember back to when living in that insanity was the day to day experience. It wasn’t that long ago but it seems like worlds away. I feel like the conversation momentarily put me back in that head space and it’s kind of jarring.
It also made me sad to hear his voice and his boyfriend’s voice because I miss them both so much. :(
I love my friends here but I do miss my friends over there too. Can’t all the people that I love live in the same place as I do in a fairy rainbow land where we drink lots of wine and watch RG movies all day?
