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Pequeños momentos, grandes recuerdos

All my time in Spain, and I never wrote a single piece. I wanted to absorb all of it before I put my thoughts down on this virtual but permanent paper. I wanted to focus on living in the present and not thinking too much about what it all represents. I kept waiting for something monumental to happen that would be the center point of my piece. And now that it's been more than a year since I lived there. All the feelings have been felt, and as it happens with hindsight, the good moments feel great and the not so good ones are forgotten. I feel ready to write about it. A little life was lived in learning Spanish so I could communicate with the taxi drivers but mostly so I could sing along to the latest latin pop. There is a playlist in my head that plays when I think about my time in Madrid. It includes an embarrassing number of Pitbull songs, but also a lot of flashbacks to screaming the lyrics our with 50 other people.  A whole new world was imagined sitting in one beautiful pl

Not the nice stuff.

Stuff that sticks with you, people who said them may or may not still be in your life. They probably never meant it in a bad way. Someone said they were giving you constructive criticism, some said it as a joke. But in the middle of a conversation it will come back to you 10 years later. It doesn't affect you now, because it didn't affect you then. But that doesn't mean you forgot about it, oh no, it's still very much there. 1. You have a big head. Like size wise. 2. You are never going to be the hot kind, you are like the cute types. 3. Your arms are like a bears. Pre giving into the being hairless trend. 4. You have fat fingers. 5. Her hair is funny. After losing all the hair to hormones as a 15yo. 6. She needs a nose job. 7. Your face looks like a monkey's face. unbleached and unwaxed. 8. You are not cute, you are sexy. 9. You cry a lot. 10. Your laugh sounds fake. 11. You don't cry enough. 12. You are insensitive. 13. You are too sensitive. 1

Snow Days.

I woke up this morning with a glimmer in my eye of a dream I dreamt that was prettier than the sky I woke up this morning to storm raging in me and a storm raging outside it made all the trees white I woke up with a dream of a day I'd spend with you we'd watch the blizzard rage while eating some that rhymes with rage but instead, I'm stuck in my room looking out of this window wondering if you are looking out too wishing I could've spent this day with you -- This is my first and possibly only poem. Literally never thought this day would come.

No Country for Single Women.

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I have said this before and I'll say it again, I love to go out and eat by myself. I love to go out and watch movies by myself and I love the most to shop by myself. All these are activities where others add little value. You are eating the food, not them. You are watching the movie while the other person stays quiet and watches the movie too, and you are buying stuff for yourself and so the only opinion that matters is your own. These are some of the few things I enjoy doing when I need to take a day for myself. Six days of the week, you can't shut me up around people, but taking a day to recharge is important as well for me and my mental health. After having lived in the States, Nigeria, Spain and India, I have come to the conclusion that India does not endorse people who like to do things by themselves. In madrid, it is never hard to find a spot in the park or in one of the million cafes to enjoy the sun and the wind. In the States there is always a hike, or a kayak or a

Cafuné

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Play this song as you read:  the thing about perfect days, is that they come without a warning. sometimes you realize half way during the day that you are going to remember every minute of this day with startling clarity. some perfect days are the perfect mix of spontaneity and planning. some perfect days are the right combination of nostalgia and freedom. some of them are full of your favorite people. some of them have your best friend getting married. they make you forget punctuation and grammar. lately I've had a few of them in quick succession and they have made me see magic everywhere. one of those was spent reading love letters and poems written in high school, full of hope and innocent love and lifelong promises. it was spent sitting next to a friend, watching the city lights dim by the seaside. we saw the city together like tourists, ate all the must eats and drank all the must drinks. it was singing songs out of tune in the not long enough commute without a care