Au revoir, ciao, arrivederci, good-bye, but above all, adios.

I miss taking normal showers. I miss my bed. I miss making phone calls without thinking how much it will cost me. I miss clubs closing at 2 a.m., forcing me to go home before I make bad decisions. I miss driving and my car. I miss manicures and pedicures. I miss peanut butter. I miss elevators. I miss the gym. I miss giant to-go cups of iced coffee with Splenda and skim milk. I miss eating dinner at 7:30 p.m. I miss having WiFi whenever I want it. I miss supermarkets and normal-sized bottles of water. I miss electrical outlets in which I don’t need to use a converter. I miss my straightner, I miss humidity and afternoon rain showers. I miss doing my own laundry. I miss cheap shopping at Forever 21. I miss planning trips months before I take them so I can get really excited about them. I miss writing news articles. I miss the hassle of running my sorority. I miss my friends who have known me for years and years. I miss my doggies. I miss the other half of my wardrobe. I miss normal television. I miss reading a hardcopy of the New York Times. I miss my big-little brother. I miss leaving my bag unzipped as I walk around. I miss spending important holidays with my family. I miss going to the movies. I miss shopping dates with my Grammy. I miss massages, giggle fests, tea dates, dance parties and crazy stories.

I guess that means it’s time to go home.

Hasta luego, Barcelona. Grácias por las memorias. Yo echaré de menos a ti. Tu tienes un parte muy especial en mi corazon para siempre. Yo nunca seré la misma. Grácias por todo.