Kid’s story: Long, hard road out of hell

Timeline: Sunday morning

I see: Liverpool vs. Arsenal

I hear: the commentators and my brother’s constant messenger sounds

I smell: yes, I do… I need a shower

I feel: younger

Yup, I’m home for Christmas break. The trip over was quite fine: I flew on Thursday to Fort Lauderdale and got a ride down to Coral Gables where I spent the night, and flew home from Miami on Friday. I can’t begin to describe how happy I was to be back in Latin America.

And yes, I count the Miami area as Latin America. I mean no offense to the Americans, really, but even those living there (and I mean those who have no Latino heritage for at least four generations, or around 1% of the population) agree. A popular saying down south is that Miami is the capital of Latin America; make of it what you wish.

Back to the topic: I’m home for Christmas break. It was tough coming here at first. I mean, I had a very clear yearning for seeing my friends and speaking Spanish and the food and all that. However, I was afraid that it would be hard for me to go back to Columbus.

Regarding the friends thing, I have a few friends in Columbus (at least for my part), but I have known them for a little over three months for the best part, and in my culture you have to know a person for a longer time than a few months in order for him/her to be considered a close friend (by the way, the lady friends are a different category altogether). We’re getting there, but I miss my close friends.

Speaking Spanish is pretty self-explanatory, as is the food thing.

Even with all that, I have a few plans pending for the upcoming quarters that do quite a good job at outweighing the pros of staying home. There’s also the fact that my gordita told me she misses me (and I believed her), and the fact that I found a new home for my baby Samantha here (home) so I must relieve my babysitter MH of his duties with Sarah (in Columbus). And yes, I feel proud that I can have a babysitter with more than half an MBA degree for my baby :).

So it was hard to decide to come home and it will be even harder to go back, but I feel I must make my so-far-very-large-and-soon-to-be-even-larger investment (and all those A’s) count for something. Sorry, Fisher College, looks like you’ll have to cope with me for another quarter.

Now I just have to forget about that bloody loneliness that usually kills me in Columbus…

“¿Y quién tiene la shave del gol? Sha te voy a deciiiiir quién tiene la shave del gol…”  – Fox Sports guy