on turning 25

On turning 25

I’ve been planning writing this for weeks… I mean, a quarter of a century should be a landmark but now as I come to think of it, this is more of a recollection of all that has happened since I came back from WAC last year…

It was funny, you know, because at first, when I came back it was interesting to say “oh yeah, I came back last week, or two weeks ago, or last month” but then it was three months, six months, ten… until on May 17th it was one year… and that’s a lot… ok, so the funny thing is how my stay in WAC still tells me much about how I am and all the things I do.

So I went back home and tried to adapt, which was easy because I wasn’t away for long, and seeing my friends and family was great, though I still felt like I left a big part of me in WAC, or maybe all around the world where all my friends live.

I had a two month vacation, luckily, before going back to school and to my old job. I kept the tradition of going out on Thursdays with my friends to a bar called “Area City.” It is small, dark, filled with smoke, with good music, and the beer is cheap.

So life went on as usual. School, work, school… Actually, at the beginning of this year I took a second masters (yeah, I know, I’m crazy). And I have a boyfriend, Oscar. I am happy, he makes me happy, and being in a relationship with him makes me happy. I feel that things are so real now. (amorciño te amo)

So, for a while, I had been thinking about becoming a serious adult, you know, to have a real job. And I actually got one: full time at the Deposits Department in an Online Poker company. Really good environment and an incredible salary. But it just didn’t work out for me. I guess I’m not ready to be serious. Or maybe what the hell. I’m ok with my old job for now, and being a full timer would have taken time away from my studying so I guess I made the right choice.

I don’t plan to be in the sportsbook industry forever though. But I’m not sure if I want to be an English teacher either—I’m too nice with students. So I’m thinking of something else.

Then, my best friend Mariella is going to Barcelona to study. For three years. Of course I’m happy for her, and now I have the best excuse to include Barcelona in my future trip to Europe (when, I don’t know). But it hurts so badly, and literally, my heart is leaving for Barcelona.

I have never planned in my life. I’ve always studied, and that is what I’m good at, but I’ve never planned, I mean, I’ve never planned to be an English teacher or a translator. Anything can happen. And if I keep my fingers crossed, I might get a teaching assistance position in the Literature department for next semester. And that would be great.

So, this is my life. This is what came up in my head when I turned 25 (besides the monstrous hangover I had the day after my birthday). I feel like I’m in a transition mode, that I’m starting something new. I’m not saying that it’s happening just because I’m 25 but that it is happening. And I’m glad and scared at the same time. But I’m surrounded by the best people—eventhough some are so far away—and I have so many memories and so many happenings in my life now that all these things are making all that fear and joy worth it.