December. No, it's too soon to be December. There's no way I've been here for four months already. That's just impossible. Could the days really have flown by so fast? When I stepped on the plane that took me away from everything I knew, I had no idea what would happen when I got off. But I wasn't afraid. Afraid would mean that I was hesitant or unsure that I wanted this, but in reality, I knew with complete confidence that this is what I wanted. But I was nervous. With so many variables in this up coming year, who knew what would happen. Yet now, somehow, I have adapted. Somehow, I have learned Spanish, the culture, and the food enough to feel at home. Four months ago, I was a stranger in this land; however, now I am comfortable here.
Time is a thief, and if there was a way to stop it, I would. But since I can't, I'll just cherish every second I have here, knowing full well that I am home.