Córdoba, España is starting to feel like home.
The restaurant owner on the first floor of my apartment building greets me with a courteous nod almost every morning on the way to school. I know my way around the city through public transportation, memorize my address, and I have friends that live all around me. I’m proud to be an honorary Córdobesa.
One of the most common questions I get asked is whether I get homesick or not. Well, being away from home isn’t easy. It requires emotional strength to be away from the ones you love, especially for those who have never lived away from home before.
I wish my family and friends were sharing this experience with me, but I refuse to let homesickness get the best of me. I take flamenco classes twice a week. I go for walks to get out of the house. I spend time with my friends, volunteer, and read during my free time. Staying productive is key.
Not a day goes by that I don’t think about home. Spain is undeniably one of the most beautiful countries I’ve ever visited, but I’m also blessed for the simple fact that when my journey comes to an end, I’ll be returning to my humble abode in San Diego, California.
I’m on my way to Morocco. I’ll log on again soon to give you the scoop on my North African adventure!
Maybe you had to leave in order to really miss a place; maybe you had to travel to figure out how beloved your starting point was.” ―Jodi Picoult