It's starting to happen. For the past four months, I've been comfortable. My normal is beginning to evolve into the normal here. School uniforms, hanging out with friends, making a fool of my self when I dance, and speaking Spanish. But comfortable is different than feeling at home. And I am starting to feel this transition happen. It starts with the little things, missing my bed on the Amazon trip, talking my papá's ear off on the way home, asking my sister to lend me shoes; then, it progresses to bigger things. For example: dancing, slowly but surely they are teaching me to dance or maybe, they are just teaching me to stop feeling embarrassed when I dance. Speaking Spanish now, I no longer feel like I'm speaking a foreign language; it's natural now. And although, I still struggle with subject-verb agreement and verb tenses, I am proud to say it is coming naturally. This foreign country is no longer that foreign. I can truthfully call it my new home.
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AuthorI love Jesus, my family and baseball. Without my Savior I know I would defiantly not be the person I am today, and the same can be said about my family. My family is always there for me, and we all love three things for sure, Jesus, baseball, and each other. Categories
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