What and Where is your home? Part II

Before I left for Spain I wrote a post on the idea of home and before I leave Madrid I wanted to share how my policy has devloped also how I'm kind of freaking out right now.

As I stated before Huntington was always my home. Now Madrid is my home.  Some days after class I can't wait to come home cook food and relax or maybe walk to Retiro, read and shoot some pictures (like above). But for the first time in my 21 years I will be "homeless". Homeless in the sense I will have to base. Only temporary hostels, and night trains. I have a brief outline of my trip, but anything could happen. So what's going on in my head right now? 31 flavors of emotion.
I'm excited because I feel like this is the portion of my trip which I will learn and change the most. Although in Madrid up until now I've been comfortable with my American roommates speaking English unless forced otherwise. I will be forced to put myself out there meet people and enjoy things by myself. I definitely think it takes a certain type of personality to put yourself in this situation, and I think I'm halfway there. I'm just a little to shy to engage in conversation sometimes and wait until people come up to me. Which does work most of the time because I"m a girl and guys are pigs.
I'm scared because I don't have a comfort to fall back on and feel like I might freak out somewhere in the middle of Europe with no cell phone to call anyone. Also what if I take the wrong train or something and end up in some random corner of some random country completely baffled. The smart thing is just to remain calm, smile and remember that people go their whole lives without doing what I'm about to do in my early 20's.
Sad that I have to leave some of my close friends because their going home or have other travel plans. I have places that I really want to go and I refuse to compromise mainly because this is my money and I get annoyed sometimes when I can't follow my own agenda.
But I have a blank page ahead of me, a Eurorail pass and a Jack Kerouac/ Hemingway mindset. Europe is my oyster and I hope to find only the best places, return home (against my will) safe. But best believe next time I have a couple of thousand in my bank account and opportuinty knocks I'll be gone. Ideally I'd like to go to Thailand and Bali next. Now its off to Mallorca for beaches and some last memories before I embark on this homeless journey. Ciao!!


Here's Talking Heads "This Must be the Place":
(one of my favorite all time songs)