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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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The night before I left for Spain in August 2019, I felt furious with myself.
My childhood bedroom looked like a Midwestern tornado had pillaged my closet, bookshelf, and drawers. An overweight suitcase sat at the foot of my bed. I’d find out in a few weeks that I wouldn’t even need half of the shit I packed.
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I was sitting outside the town hall on a Saturday afternoon in Valencia, during the winter in the middle of January.
Once we pass the New Year and the celebration of the Three Wise Men in Spain, winter skies in January leave a gloomy aftertaste. Gone is the anticipation of the Christmas holidays. Broken are many resolutions people draft on the arbitrary date of January 1st. Returning to our routine sometimes feels like waking up from a hangover.
And on this overcast Saturday in January, I had said goodbye to someone at the train station hours before.
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