and then there was one...

I awoke this morning to the sound of my roommate's alarm going off. I believe it was the 1st time in the 3 months that she planned on getting up before me. I watched her pack her last few things and walk out the door onto the elevator for the last time.

I don't think she knows just how good of a friend she had become to me. We share many memories - hours of questioning at UK immigration, being held up in a holding cell for hours, being police escorted through 3 countries, being deported, spending another lovely 2 weeks in Paris, ups and downs of this town we've lived in the past 2 months. We've shared thoughts, feelings, irritations, high points, and a room where we slept about 3 feet away every night for the last 10 weeks.

We've vented about situations that weren't the best. We discovered a city that we've come to love. We had breakdowns, blow ups, and whatever else is in between those two extremes.

She was the only one who got me, who somewhat understood me, and seemingly the only one in Spain who really showed that they cared.

I know it was best for her to leave with the circumstances. But I still feel as if part of me has left. And I hate that things ended the way they did.

But my hope and prayer is that the next 7 weeks or so fly by. I'm getting more English groups and have a few new things to occupy my time.

But I've loved and enjoyed getting to know that special girl. I'll miss our moments of midnight hesteria, I'll miss our 'That's what she said moments,' I'll miss the many moments of yelling 'TOPANGA!', but I'll miss her friendship most of all.






and then there was one...