It's as though I've entered another nap. Similar to the one I think I'm in from T1 in Mrs. Riley's room when Shelton was behind my house; but this time it's a dreamy cloudy haze that feels like an eternal fall settling into the atmosphere. Leaves on the trees are changing colors, and they are sticking to the ground like marshmallows. This is nothing like Conway, where everything was orange and brown and fresh and crisp and cool and passed into spring before I got to fall.
It's 2019 now and the last time I posted something here I thought high school was going to be the biggest most important time of my life. I couldn't imagine a world or life outside of the green roof and white walls of the June Shelton School; I didn't have friends besides the ones I'd grown up with from elementary school, and Dallas was the only home I'd ever known. The world was small then, and now I'm the one who is small while encountering this big, big world.
The nap is ongoing here in Beniel, Murcia. Spain has become a special second home to me, though I have claimed many places as my second home (like Arkansas, Oklahoma, Alex's house, etc.). Spain has truly stolen a slice of my heart and gobbled it up, leaving me enchanted with European rooftops and the cathartic chime of cathedral bells. The days and weeks pass here with the blink of an eye, within moments I've gone from September to October and already thinking of Christmas time and where I will be and what I will do.
Will I ever wake up from this dream I think I'm in? Will Mrs. Riley ever turn on the lights and tell us to roll up our mats and put them away?
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