Hey, how’s it going?
Did you get a haircut?
We’ve met a few times but unless you’re regular of MuyBici stations, El Palmar, Esparragal, or various plazas that serve cheap coffee, you probably don’t remember me.
I normally don’t write letters to cities, but today I’m in the mood to get some things off my chest.
Since 2014 you and I have had an on-again, off-again relationship.
I’d crash in one of your pisos for six to eight months, work as an English teacher, then head back to the United States filled with good memories and ready to continue towards something else.
Each time I reunited with the place where I grew up, discovering what should have been that something else was quite a challenge.
Each summer, after saying farewell to you, I’d find myself in limbo and not really knowing what to do next.
This being said, my overall goals have never changed:
I want to challenge myself, to keep learning, and I also want to pursue as much happiness as possible.
Keeping this framework in mind, I have found myself gravitating into your city limits for four consecutive years.
Each experience has been different and the people who I’ve encountered, the bonds that have been created, and memories that have been shared are all things that I feel truly grateful for.
You’ve stood my side as I tried my first tapa, rode my first ALSA bus to Alicante, danced in Sala Revolver, drank my first Estrella Levante, and taught my first class of students.
You’ve helped me grow as a Spanish speaker, English teacher, salsa dancer, traveler, friend, and overall as a person.
I wouldn’t be the man I am right now if it wasn’t for your patience and willingness to accept me.
I’m saying these things because I want to say thank you for everything.
I’m also writing this letter to you because it’s time for me to say goodbye.
My contract for this school year has expired and for the past five day’s I’ve been enjoying temporary retirement.
In fact, as you read these words I’ll have already moved away from Murcia and taken a train to Barcelona, where a scheduled flight back to the US will take off on Thursday.
“See you later” has been said to friends, suitcases have been stuffed to the brim, and anticipation for seeing family and friends back home has been growing.
After being away for seven and a half months, it’s time to come back to California. It’s time to reconnect with my family, to catch up with childhood friends, and to create new memories.
It’s time to take what I’ve learned this year and apply it towards new things, and new challenges. It’s also time to start focusing on a new set of goals.
I can feel the limbo creeping back into the front page of my mind as I write these words.
Inside I can hear a song repeating in my brain.
It’s called “what the f*** am I going to do now?” and honestly the melody needs some fine-tuning.
I’m looking up at the sky to see if there’s a smoke signal or perhaps a carving in a tree that’s meant to point me in the correct direction.
Right now my future goals aren’t out of oven yet, and the ingredients I have at my disposal are lots of research, self-reflection, advice from loved ones, and frankly just living.
I hate to say these words, but there’s a chance that you won’t be part of these future plans, at least not immediately.
Maybe we won’t live together anymore. Maybe we’ll just visit once and while. Instead of generating income with you, maybe I’ll spend my generated income from somewhere else to come and say hi to you.
We met by coincidence, and honestly I couldn’t have ever predicted that we would have spent so much time together. Life can be interesting that way, and it’s as unpredictable as the restaurant service in your restaurants (sorry that was I low blow, I know).
Inside I know that we are destined to meet again. It’s just too early to know when yet. Right now the only place I want to be is back home.
I hope from the bottom of my heart to continue to learn, love, make mistakes, grow, and simply be alive with you again.
Until that day happens, thank you once again for everything.
Un beso and abrazo,
p.s. Thank you to everyone at IES Marques de los Velez, Nuestra Señora de los Angeles, and Vicente Medina for helping me be a better teacher. Thank you to Lola, Jesus, Pepe, Toñi, Elena, Marga, David, Paco, Lucia, Lindsey, Matt, Ambra, Lisa, Lieven, Estela, Asun, Rali, Maria, Jessica, David, Zamai, Maria del Mar, Isa, Susana, Jose Antonio, Maria Jose, Ascension, & many others for being great friends and for helping me be a better person. If your name isn’t mentioned here, I apologize and want you to know that you are still important to me too.
I hope to see you all again soon!