Instead of being "home sick" ie, missing my home, I am missing Granada. That city
the Year 1 hated dirty buildings and streets full of people and cars and more cars and people. But over time I will make love (although the amount of work grew exponentially during the 5-year career ...).
There I spent the best moments of my life and also the worst.
I learned, I enjoyed, I have gained and lost.
can say that there lived a full life, I came as a helpless baby, I made strong, grew up (if not matured) and changed the time passed, I stopped being that girl ... I'm not going to go out there I cry ...
And if in the end I got older, almost an old lady. An expert in university experiences (or not) and I went, no, never to return, that return. But nothing will ever be the same, nothing. Neither myself nor the city nor the people nor the streets, neither heaven heaven as well, I hope.
I miss not only the city but everything I've lived, going through my favorite streets, squares ... see the Sierra Nevada from the door of the faculty, go to the Alhambra at night or getting lost in the Albaicin, get to my street and feel at home ...
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