"Me gustaría inventar un país contigo"

It's spring break. I was excited to leave because I very much missed home. I felt like a lot was missing at school. But then I got here and realized that this really isn't my home, not completely. Madrid is still 1/3 of the fantastical, nonexistent place I call home. How can I be in one of my three homes without pining for the other two? Wherever I am, 2/3 of my home are missing. Before, it was only 1/2... I'm not math major but 2/3 is more than 1/2, ergo 1/6 more languishing. Vaya mierda de situación! I'm moving to Madrid.


"Que recordarás
las tardes de invierno por Madrid
las noches enteras sin dormir"