My adventure to Murcia was quite a difficult one. I took a bus from Lisbon to Sevilla, that took 6 hours. Arrived in Sevilla around 9:30. Ate dinner from a vending machine, it was disgusting. I haven't had a real meal in so long it seems. I just keep eating junk because I don't really like any food here, except pasta. The bus from Sevilla to Murcia was 8ish hours, it seemed like forever. We stopped every 30 minutes to pick up like 1 person. We left at 11 pm and didn't get to Murcia until 8 am (1 hour time difference). I barely slept on the bus because people kept sitting next to me and it was uncomfortable as fuck. I would have read, but I can't read in a moving vehicle. I pretty much just spent the whole ride trying to sleep, sleeping for 20 minutes, then trying again. Once I finally got to Murcia, I got some breakfast (just a donut) at the bus station then went to my apartment. I hate it. It's on the 3rd floor so I had to drag my 2 50lb bags up the stairs. There were no towels for the shower. I ended up using this tapestry thing I bought in Lisbon. I don't know if there's a hot water switch I don't know about, but I took a cold shower. It was the most terrible shower of my life. Also, the shower is the size of a small closet. You have to hold the shower head the whole time. There was no toilet paper either. I can't figure out how the keys work for the door. The bed is uncomfortable as fuck. The only thing I like about this place is my "balcony". It's not actually a balcony, it's just like a little sun room attached to my room. So, at least I get a breeze. I'm not that high maintenance, but god this place is awful. I haven't unpacked because I'm going to see if I can move. It is right across from a park which is nice and I can see the university from my window, but I don't know if I'll be studying at this campus or the other, sooo. The first thing I did when I got here was break down and cry. I think it was the lack of sleep and the transition and the shit hole of a place I have to call home for the next 5 months. I slept for a while then went out to get dinner and get a Spanish sim card. The city seems really nice. But this apartment sucks, I hope I can move because thinking about living here for 5 months makes me want to die. I miss home.. wherever that is. I miss Lisbon. I can barely speak Spanish, I don't know what the fuck I'm doing here, well I'm learning Spanish, but why? I wish I could just call this quits and go back to San Diego and finish my business classes and say fuck this whole Spanish thing. But my mom just paid my tuition and housing for here and I don't think you can get refunds on that. I miss my dog and the comfort of my own house (which is no longer my house). School in San Diego has already started, too. I don't want to be here. I need to smoke some weed or get drunk. Good thing it's Friday.
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Maddie Lang
Dreamer. Adventurer. Wallflower. Lover. Fighter. Kentuckian / Californian. Finding my purpose in the world. Archives
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