In a couple of days I will finally decide on my return to Spain.I have been looking forward to it since I came back from Spain. In fact pining for it.
All my thoughts and sentences are punctuated with ” If I go back to school.”
And finally I’m close to finalising my decision. I am eagerly looking forward to it and I have wanted nothing more since I came back, but now that I’m closer to taking this call I have butterflies in my tummy.
I do know the place better than I did the last time around. I’m accustomed to the transport systems. I know and I’m aware of what it is that I am required to do and I do have a vague plan of how To go about it. But still it’s yet again an unknown journey Id be embarking on.
I won’t have a place to stay. Will have to do my house hunting and settling down days before school starts or alongside it, the area I’ll find a home will be different from the last time. And so will be the way to school and the commute. The lanes will be new and unknown, the shops and faces I saw near the last house will be all different. The weather too will be different and cold. And The school curriculum too will be new.
The only thing that will be a familiar turf will be Metáfora. My school. The walls and floors. The pass code to the doors, the small and warm kitchen and the taste of coffee. The staff. Jette,Adrianan, Esther, Lexi warm and welcoming as always. My friends some of them will still be there, many I hope. Some I know have left. But there will be new friends having replaced them. There will be new teachers too but hopefully my tutors Piotr and Oriol will be still be there to take me under their wings of experience and talent and guide me through,to achieving what I aspire and much more. The courtyard will still be there with the gurgling water and pristine white walls ready to accept me back and secure me with its known nooks and corners.
Am I looking forward to the course? Of course i am. Am I nervous and tensed and anxious? Yes yes yes I am.
Three months is enough to change a lot. Places, people, relationships. Even myself.
So I’m basically starting afresh. Again a new beginning with nothing in my hands besides an insane greed for adventure and recklessness.
Do bohemians worry of what they’ll face next morning or do they just wake up,take their back packs and move on.
Gypsies don’t Focus on making each place their home but on the contrary,they carry their homes in their feet and their hearts. Branding each place as they float by.
I prepare myself to Return to my ingrained spirit of a wanderer,a bohemian,a gypsy.
Once again!