April 19, 2012
A. T. 20. MNL.
Blogs. Blogs. Blogs. Bleh. Garbage. BUT. For the sake of Barcelona, my parents, and my slowly deteriorating memory, it would be nice if I put up something like this. Enough with the nonsense-ical photo posts, and for the next few weeks, I guess I’ll be filling up my tumblr pages with something to immortalize my memories, moments, or shall we call my “extravagant escapade”.
As we sit around the dining table, reminders, notes, and last minute advices are being tossed around not only where we were sitting, but through the phone lines as well, I get the feeling that this trip won’t just be something to remember, but something that’ll change me completely. The feeling of independence abroad, the feeling of joy, the feeling of freedom, the feeling of, God, independence for fuck’s sake. Dammit all. It’s just amazing. And in a few hours, I’m going to be able to feel it all. You know what, who knows. I might like it. My parents might like my absence in the house. :)) And they might even send me there for a few months after graduation.
Which was my idea, btw. I think working in Tito Tets’s farm in Can Riera doesn’t exactly seem like a bad idea. Except for the feeling that I’m going to be wearing jumpers and am sorta kinda going to look like a hillbilly. But that’s besides the point. Anyway…
Shmenenehemehehesh. I’m. Nervous. Scared. Sad. Worried. But at the same time. Happy. Excited. Overjoyed. Gosh, I can’t think of anything else to describe the way I feel. Looks like the bad feelings overshadow the good ones. Fuck :)) But who cares. I’ll be fine. I’m my parents’ son. I’ll be fine. Right now, the words of Father Candelaria are ringing through the passageways that connect my brain and my eardrums. Comforting me, in a way, but at the same time, preparing me, making me raring to go. So I shall end here. Because apparently, we’re going to go upstairs so that we can do the check-in thing online. I’m completely new to this. I swear to God. Que horror. Oh well. You know how they say experience is the best teacher? I don’t think the person that made that knew about the term “baptism by fire”. :| Shit. :)) Okay, bye tumblr. See you tomorrow.
When you feel as if the world might come crashing down on you, and the strength that your shoulders have might not be enough to carry it all, look into the mirror, smile, and just say, “You’ll be fine. I’ll be fine. I can do this. I can make it through”, then smile again.