A Week Later - The Aftermath

I finally got the chance to sit down and trim down my photos to a mere 2,071. God bless Sean for sitting through all two thousand of them. He pretended like he enjoyed it, at least J

It’s hard to believe the whirlwind that has been the last week. Literally the day after I got back, we moved into our duplex. I got 8 hours of sleep, woke up, and started packing up all three vehicles that we took up to Co-Town. Luckily we had electricity…but no water. We kicked the air on, so it wasn’t too bad, and the twins and their dad and uncle were already here when we arrived. Jennifer, too!

I must admit, moving into a duplex after having moved into the dorms the past two years was a freakin’ piece of cake. Almost enjoyable, even.

Sean came up with me, but then he had to drive home to get a couch and chairs and the rest of his stuff that didn’t fit in his car the first time around.

Monday then rolled around, and Mom was here to help us clean. Sean had to work Tour Team, so Mom and I hung out and organized. She scrubbed the bathroom head to toe, and I can’t thank her enough.

Sean was off Tuesday, so we did dishes and dishes and dishes and dishes. I never wanted to see another piece of Tupperware in my entire life. But we did get Shakes for dinner, so I can’t complain too much. He had to work Wednesday but only from 3-5, so we spent most of the day together running errands (Wally World, Club Ellis to get on the internet, etc) and organizing some more! Haha. Cable man finally came, so we got the internet! Painters were in and out all week, and they were a hot mess, to say the least.

Snuck in on one of Sean’s tours yesterday, and he did SUCH a good job! I’m sure he has a 98% recruitment rate J

Today is Friday, and I start training for work! Yikes! I’m pretty excited about it…meeting new people and seeing all the people I knew from last year.

It’s still hard for me to sum up all that I learned and all that I gained from my time in Spain. Most importantly was the grasp that I finally got on the language that I’ve never had before. I now have a pretty good idea of the difference between preterite and imperfect, subjunctive, and the like. I made some invaluable friendships that really made my time in Spain that much better.

I overcame quite a few obstacles like lost luggage, boob rash, diarrhea, the pain in the ass that is traveling in general, and I finally figured out what I need to do in order to make myself happy. Perhaps that was the most important thing.

I’m definitely nervous about the upcoming semester, but having my own home with people I love (that is decorated very cute, by the way!) will make it all worthwhile. I can’t tell you how excited I am to tackle this next chapter in my life.

And I hope upon hope that Spanish stays a huge part of my life…I’m e-mailing Centro Latino about volunteer opportunities after I post this J