“Get to airport at 6:30 in the morning, have to shift 15 pounds over to my carry-on, which causes the shoulder strap to break, only to realize that I shifted all my bathroom liquids, which now have to be thrown away. Then I orphan my watch after washing my hands. Here I come NYC.”—
I’ll be the minority when I say this, but boy was I glad to return to the US. Olathe, KS has never been so appreciated, and the time spent with my family wasn’t taken for granted. As a matter of fact, nothing was being taken for granted — air conditioning, private space, backyards, comfortable couches, tacos, and cream soda.
I’d never realized how much I loved my home. I’m not saying that what I/the people in Spain have isn’t good; what I’m saying is that it’s just not the same. I’m from the Midwestern United States, and that culture will never leave me. I’m glad to have been exposed to others, but it reality it just cemented what makes me who I am.
Although I’ll admit, I now have a certain disdain for the States. We do a lot wrong, but only a few care to even recognize our faults. We’re very proud, which is a good thing, but the absence of criticism is an issue.
The best thing thing about Spain was simple: learning. I took an array of knowledge back with me that I never would have obtained back at TCU. For the first time in my life, I now want to learn — Economics in particular. Globalization is my current subject of interest, that and the elitists. Both are absolutely fascinating; both are absolutely frightening.
Sipping Cruzcampo by the river will also be dearly missed, along with a few special individuals who I met along the way.