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On August 16th, I returned to my beloved Spain after two weeks of being in my birth country. As soon as the airport-city shuttle bus spun into motion, I felt like I’d jumped into the arms of a long-lost lover.
I was home.
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Since I renewed my teaching assignment at my school, I didn’t have to reintroduce myself. My teaching environment would be the same since I arrived in Spain three years before.
And this time, I wasn’t alone.
My school received another language assistant from Australia. It was her fourth year in Spain, like me, and also her second year in Gran Canaria, like me.
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I continued to spend time with the church group.
I wanted so badly to tell someone, anyone, about my heartbreak. But I kept quiet. Who would care? Everyone liked this guy.
He was so handsome, charismatic, had a cool job, and was a “good Christian man,” the one my parents may have wanted me to marry, except it turns out that not all “good Christian men” are good Christians.
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I was determined to find my own apartment.
After two years of living with roommates, I wanted for once, just once, to live on my own. And what better place than an island?
Within a day, I found my dream apartment.
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In fact, doing anything that wasn’t staying at home was often illegal.
First, the government restricted movement outside of Madrid due to rising covid cases.
Then, there were curfews and limits of how many people could gather in a group at a time.
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