On to the next adventure. Or maybe not.

I have such mixed feelings, but I'm trying to stay positive by listening to Taylor Swift's "Shake it off" (weird of me but, hey, if it helps, it helps) so I won't cry in front of all these elder people around me at the airport.

Living here has been a goddamn roller coaster. But the overall feeling is a good one that has me feeling nostalgic already and that in many years will still do the same.
I don't even know where to start. This is probably going to be a goddamn mess because I'm just going to write as it comes to my mind.
There have been moments where I've been desperate to go back home and forget about all of it, especially at the beginning, with all the uni problems I was having. But when things calmed down I just wanted to stay here longer. I still do. Not forever, I haven't found my true home here in Düsseldorf, but I would live here for maybe two or three years.
This city isn't perfect, it isn't. But it has made me feel so welcomed, and I got used to it so fast it surprised me. It took me maybe a couple days. Not like when I went to uni, where it took me maybe two weeks.
Even if I carry baggage from my life, coming here offered me an almost complete fresh start. And I so appreciated it.

Meeting Büke. I feel like that has been the greatest thing that has happened to me here. She's amazing. Honestly, she's such a good person. We have been there for each other at any moment of need. And... I don't know, knowing she's my friend and having shared these four months with her makes me feel so goddamn lucky. I miss her, and I hope that we really get to meet in the future, because I don't want to lose such a positive influence in my life. I feel like she has made me a better person. Oh god, I'm gonna cry.
My roommates were also good. They had some things that at times drove me crazy and made me mad, but they are great people and at the end we have come to really appreciate each other and I'd be lying if I said that I won't miss them. I already do, this week would've been so much better if I had still been living with them.

And I went to Amsterdam. How great is that? I always knew that at some point in my life I was going to visit that beautiful city, but I definitely wasn't expecting to go so soon. Also, sharing that trip with Büke made it more amazing.

*pause to appreciate the cuteness of an elder woman who just sat down and she's so tiny she can't reach the floor with her feet so she's moving them in the air looking happy*

The only "negative" thing about all of this is all the paperwork. I wouldn't repeat an Erasmus just because of the goddamn paperwork problems and the lack of information from my university. I'm gonna have so many problems when I go back. But I don't care about that. One way or another, I will solve it and move on with life, like I always do.

Now, going back to Spain. Ugh.
I've always hated my hometown, it makes me feel like when I was in primary school and everybody hated me and I had no friends and I just hated life so much. Alcoy is a prison to me, like a cage, it makes me feel a little claustrophobic just the thought of going back. I feel like a loser when I'm there, even if I'm not anymore. Or at least not as much as I used to be.
Going back to Valencia... Yeah, that's better, but now I'm gonna be alone in class and I just hate my degree. But living in Valencia it's always better than living in Alcoy. I'm trying to stay as positive as possible.
Also, I have the feeling that this time I'm going back not for long.

I feel I've grown up a lot, and I feel a little different, even if I know I'm still the same.

Now I have to go, my plane leaves in a few minutes and I need to get ready.

See you soon, Germany. Thanks for the experience.