I’ve moved in to a nice flat in Gracia, near Joanic station — near Plaça del Sol. The first time I realized that, I shook my head and said to myself, “Oh the irony. Of all places”. But I love my apartment. With the original Catalan flooring — a different design for every room. My small balcony and the fake plants. The guy who lives next door owns the Donner Kebab place downstairs and he says hello and asks about how I’m doing everytime I stop by to buy “too lazy to do anything else but chew” dinner. The guy who works in the supermarket across the street that’s open on Sundays, has started to make fun of me for buying Cervesa all the time. The old man who owns the Xarcuterria also across the street, knows which bottle of Cava I want to buy exactly and has stopped asking for what I want whenever I walk into the store. He just smiles at me now and greets me with an enthusiastic “Hola” whenever I see him on the street.
I cook now. Every once in a while. When I can’t be bothered to go out for dinner with the handful of friends I’ve made here so far or when I’m tired of tapas and “something else” is too far a walk for me at 10pm on a week night. Everything’s good if you wash it down with a glass of Cava. I’m starting to get used to having lunch at 2pm and dinner at 10.
The weather is great. People here have been complaining that it was too hot; especially a month ago. I came from an almost 40degree no wind summer in Manila before I flew here. This is heaven. And as September is approaching, the sun is starting to set a little bit earlier everyday, and the wind keeps blowing cooler wind up my skirt more and more. I’d say, every day is a lovely day for walking. So I do. 5km from work to my flat. I’m starting to measure things in the metric system now.
Last night, post-post beer Fridays at the office, I was hanging out at my balcony with one of the guys from work. And I got to talk about my work feelings. My frustration so far, the things that I’m afraid of, etc. And it felt good to talk about it. Coz 57 days later, I still feel like I’m sinking. But at least no longer drowning. I’m starting to kick harder to keep my head above the water. I made a friend last night. I feel. And these days, friends are rare. So when they happen, it’s like Christmas day.
I’m ok, by the way. Really, I am. And I’m not just saying that.