I have nostalgia. I did not want to return.
I have the body and full lips kissing my donkey, I will last two and a half, just the time that we expect to see us again, for coming to Chile in August.
I have a new stamp in my passport: the little plane and the stars of the European Union in two color ink, indicating my way out of the Schengen area on 8 May. I have jet
climate after taking the plane in Zurich at 31 degrees and have landed in Santiago de Chile, 18 hours later, at 8.
I have PTSD after my landing Forced in the sticks, in Santiago with tacos and peak, with an hour's drive from my house and my office, and with hostile people who does not hesitate in hitting an elbow to anyone for the first subway ride.
I have half my clothes in plastic boxes in the gray house, waiting for the other half, the winter-fill my closet Germany in September.
I have half of my savings, with which all graduate and pay my health insurance, stored in a box of mints in the second drawer of the desk of Dapple.
I have hope, hope I have the heart for the future, for two weeks because I saw the trailer of what will be my life in Germany and now I just want the movie premiere!
I have a great boyfriend who wakes before the alarm goes off to watch me sleep and it was filled with pride because I could walk alone in micro, buy clothes, go to the supermarket and walk around town without speaking a word of German.
I have a mother and a father who love me and are happy for me to go to live with his son and an accomplice cuñadita up stripped to the former girlfriend of Dapple me.
I have much luck, on the ridge!