Writing Journal 19: Your Last Day in Your Country

 18.22 PM    

    If I had to leave my country I like to think that I would get ready many days in advance, but since I know myself pretty well and I know that I'm the biggest procrastinator in the world, the truth is that my last day in my country would be spent running around like a headless chicken. 

    I would have to get my luggage ready and all my documents in order, and I'm very crazy about not forgetting anything important, so I would probably carry twenty copies of the same document. Then I would have to choose which things would be useful in my new life and which wouldn't, that would drive me crazy for sure. Choosing between taking my favorite copy of The Lord of the Rings with me or leaving it behind? Crazy stuff. 

    Obviously I would have to say goodbye to everyone, specially my family. I can imagine my grandma and grand aunt trying to give me some Tupperware to eat during the journey... and me not explaining that you can't actually take that inside the plane because it's just too much work and it's easier to make them happy and take the Tupperware.

    The hardest thing would be saying goodbye to my mum and my home. I love my bedroom (and my mum, obviously) and everything inside it, and it would be difficult to take my pillow with me, but I would do it even if it needed a suitcase of its own.

    Honestly, if there's one thing I can imagine about my last day in Spain, that is myself crying about it.

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