A Day I Will Always Remember

Oh, memory is so fragile. I forget very easily so this is going to be hard.

I think the day that I will never forget is my first day alone in Santiago. I was 17 and I only knew my hometown, and I had no idea how to get from the bus terminal to Santiago Centro. I remember being extremely scared but mostly, very excited. When I finally made it to my destination without getting lost I felt so fulfilled, and then I walked aimlessly through this new and strange city that was so loud and huge, where people walked too fast and buses were too big.

I remember feeling so happy for finally leaving my hometown, and so curious about Santiago and how my life here would be.

Even though living here didn’t end up being as exciting as I though it would be, I still sometimes get that gut feel of happiness when I come back to my flat (especially after a season at my hometown) and I look at the street lights from my window.