It does not last forever. Nothing, that is. It hit me in a moment that I do not remember if it was a day or two ago. I was walking the familiar school hallway I have walked for four months now when I remembered the thing I had forgotten: sooner or later…it will end. My time here, my contract with the school, my living in Madrid, my being an English teacher. I was not trying to get myself depressed. The thought came to me all by itself, and it got me present.
I’ve been delaying blogging about my last day in Barcelona. I don’t want to let it go. Once I post this entry, my trip there is officially over, and I will be back. Back to Madrid, yes, that’s also awesome. But it is also true that dullness lurks everywhere. After every return my senses go on high alert, threatened by it.
Here’s a look at my last day in Barcelona, my girl-power trip, never short of magic. Nothing is mine to keep, not really, not in a perpetual way. So I am letting it all go. All the happiness, all the strength, and self-confidence Barcelona gave me. Cheers to the most wonderful city to have a long weekend affair with.
“I wanted a perfect ending. Now I’ve learned, the hard way, that some poems don’t rhyme, and some stories don’t have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what’s going to happen next. Delicious Ambiguity.” – Gilda Radner