It is curious that we have ability to adapt to humans.
took a little over 2 years in Coruña (sorry, in THE Coruña) and I feel like at home, as if he had lived here all my life.
And whenever I go to Vigo, I am too lazy to get on the road ... until I come.
is when I skip the vein "patriot" and remember that's where my house is. And I do not want to return. Until he came again and again I Coruña feel at ease. Well
naaada ... will I'm so conformist that I can be happy in any city. (Well .., if you have sea, of course!).
The case is that yesterday, after 2 infernal hours driving in the rain, when I finally got to Rande, I did what I always do: instead of continuing to house the highway (Nigro), I turned aside to enter the city. Friday, 21:00 pm, the peak traffic in the center ... I did not care, no hurry. And I love to see what new sites have opened, to see if I see someone I know on the street .. ultimately, relive all my memories, which are concentrated in this city.
And the incredible thing is that I always come to mind different things. I thought forgotten memories, and a hundred thousand situations in each of the city. Breakfasts, lunches, dinners and sandwiches at 6 am in a string of sites. Tutorials
statistical and financial mathematics at the academy CyL.
A lot of hours in the Flunch preparing a test. Walks
Samil and Castro: sometimes happy, sometimes sad. Wearing pigtails with my parents or boyfriend premiering ... Cabo Estay
visits, calls from a lot of booths, bus stops ... Beach Road
America willing to do a bottle, or take a walk, or go to the beach.
In short: seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, YEARS.
My whole life on these streets in this city.
Y.. Where will all these years? What about those memories?
If you do not do that route anymore ... Where would you go? Disappear?
not know, it's sad to think ... And it was sad to realize all that is behind us, all you have lived, and everything you were, and that never again will return. There are now only memories. Past.
I think sometimes, excited about the future, what is to come and know ... we page too quickly, with too many decisions without a taste of what you can live at that time.
And many times too, when everything is over, not looking back .... This must happen. Because the past, memories and those hours-days-years on those streets, are part of one's personal puzzle.
And yes.
I guess this is what some call "roots " or " homesick," and that ... where to look ... I thought I had.
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