Whoops.

I forgot I had a blog.

Not that it's a big problem or whatever - blogs aren't actually that important, in my not-so-humble opinion - but it's still nice to be able to keep track of your life in a somewhat tangible way. Then again, this is the Internet, so I guess even that's not accurate.

I'm back in Lubbock, I'm in a new house near campus, I'm almost totally moved in, I have my old job back and I'm stealing the neighbors' Internet. So good to be back in the States, right?

Well, yes, yes it is. It's great! Really. However, I find that I've been asked the questions, "Would you do it again? Would you go to Europe again?" several times now, and my immediate mental response each time is What the hell kind of a question is that? Isn't it obvious, if you even know me a teeny tiny bit? The answer is clearly yes! Okay, granted, I wouldn't do things exactly the same, so maybe the questions aren't totally uncalled for. I would go to a different city, perhaps, maybe live in Madrid, Barcelona, or Paris. Of course, Edinburgh still has a piece of my heart from all those years ago (okay, just just six or so), and I would like to travel a bit more before making a decision, but Yes! Yes, I would do it again!

Enough about that. I'm bored of talking about Europe to an audience that only asks about it out of politeness. The world doesn't stop just because you move to a foreign country for a little while, and I definitely feel a little left out of things. Relationships, recent happenings, inside jokes, etc. I know it was my choice to take myself away from all those things for four months but it's still hard to come back to even more life changes.

Blah blah blah.

I miss Spain people. I really really do! 27 new friends, all of whom I adore, and now I'm not around them for hours every day. Golly gee, life is hard, eh? Guess I'd better get to sucking it up and toughening up as soon as I can. Ah, Viva la Vida!