Evenings are mine. All mine. Most of the time. They are time to reflect on the joys of the day and the frustrations. Time to plan lessons, dream about projects, imagine my next vacation, catch up with friends in the states, count the stars, read a book, snuggle with mimosa, lay in bed with not even one thought. It's me time.
And as a person that loves being around people, the more the merrier, it was a big jump for me to live on my own. I thought I would get lonely, that it would give me to much time to think and miss people back home. But it's really quite the opposite.
I sit here writing this, it's 7:34 and the sun is setting. My house is covered in balloons from my English class completion party, I'm full of way too much cake and soda (I'll be a health volunteer tomorrow), Mimosa is trying desperately to tug my towel off the clothesline, it's cool enough so that I'm no longer dripping sweat, the ox carts are strolling by, the crickets are chirping and the neighbors Spanish music has my feet tapping to the beat.
And it's awesome. My flowers remind me how beautiful life is, I'm already starting to notice which clementine trees will have fruit this year, the setting sun is just another representation of the close of this day, the perfect breeze which is strong enough to cool me down and light enough that my freshly washed clothes stay hung on the line, and the gorgeous sky is giving way to the beautiful stars.
And así es la vida. This is the life. I love my me time. I love the time to be positive, not for anybody else but myself. I love letting my brain wander in whatever language it wants to. And I love feeling so very good and happy with where I'm at.
So living alone has been the perfect decision and thanks to the neighbors cat that sneaks through my windows, the chickens that poop on my porch, the cows that use my house as a scratching post and the frogs that sit under my porch lamp all night long, and you guys for staying in touch, I may be alone but I'm definitely not lonely.
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