Hola Angeline
Saludos desde un tejado bajo la luna, en Praga.
No sé muy bien cómo llegué a tu blog. Creo que andaba buscando
"syndrome post erasmus" en google.
He empezado a leerte ya con cierta sensación de que quizás el
destino me había traído hasta aquí. Cada uno de tus posts me ha
empujado a leer el siguiente, hasta que los he leído todos.
Te agradezco el viaje, me he sentido identificado con muchos de
tus pensamientos. Creo que de conocernos, nos entenderíamos sin
necesidad de hablar.
Me has recordado a alguien que yo fui; alguien que trato de
volver a ser con todo el empeño de mi corazón. Yo también fui
extranjero en mi tierra, y en mi fuga cruzé Europa asomado a la
ventana de los trenes, y también me llevaron mis alas a vivír
por un tiempo en Manchester. Ahora el Sistema me ha alcanzado,
pero dentro de mí sigue viva un alma que planea siempre la
próxima fuga.
It really provoked my emotion.
Moving to Manchester is just like yesterday, and all of sudden one year has passed. Yet I hardly have any special feeling towards this city, neither my likely farewell to here. Even though I appreciated and enjoyed the simple life i've got here. But as I told my counsellor "I dont feel attached to here" (Perhaps becuz i spent 1/4 of the time in spain, i admit). I've got friends, and generally a much more lively city than Linz. I've got my favorite bar and cafe, routine shopping track, etc. Nonetheless somehow I feel like I'm a lone soul roaming in the city. I stayed with all the international students who themselves are passersby... and to the british, yes i am a passerby. Though for some months I really tried to get a job and stay here....
Yes i do realize this is a master year not an erasmus year, so luckily i shouldnt have any post-master syndrome (dissertation? not again PLEASE!). At least not like the post-erasmus syndrome that is haunting me for years even until now. Maybe my dissatisfaction is resulted from my continuos pursuit for a life "comparable" to my erasmus year, or to be more precise, the pursuit for a younger, more passionate self at the age of 20?
Should I wake up and start up a new life? Seemingly? Madrid in October? The third new country since 2005? Hello??
Everything seems so familiar. Here we go, life in madrid 101. Hopefully I would get my visa successfully, and not biting my tongue when i try to speak spanish.
