Getting sick... it's inevitable

Malheureusement, (Unfortunately) I have a sore throat...
and have been bedridden (aside from going to school) for the past two days.
Because I had the will power to get out of bed and go buy the rest of my uniform (yes, there was more) and the ability to shower and eat comfortably, I am going to take the time to describe my day to you all. Oh, and I have never really acknowledged the people who actually take the time to read the novels I write for a day's time and so; Thank you! If you can, please comment! I would like to get some feedback.... (at times I feel as if I am writing to a brick wall..it is nice to know who has read my blog)

Without further adieu, another day in the life of a girl living the American dream, one day at a time...

It is 3 o'clock in the morning (Houston time) and I find myself in a bed that is not my own, in a house I have hardly inhabited, with people I just met, but somehow I feel as if I have been here my entire life. Despite the mixed feelings I had the moment I stepped through these doors, I now no longer feel insecure about who I am with, what I eat, or what I do. I never would have thought I was going to adapt to these foreign lands so quickly. When people ask me how long I have been in Posadas it shocks me to say, "a mere week." or "a couple days ago" because to me it seems like a lifetime.

Skype and Facebook remind me of the life I left behind of the people I once knew and the experiences I underwent, but as the days go by, the further and further I feel from the place I used to call home. It comes to a surprise to the people I meet, like the butcher or the seamstress, that I came here all alone. Not knowing anyone, and leaving everything behind. But to me it seems like a new stepping stone in life and without leaving my roots, I have the ability to grow as an individual in this meager but yet monumental year.

I have encountered numerous exchange students, who have told me that this is the year to either "make it or break it". But why does it have to be something to accomplish? Something to "get through'? Why can't it be a year to experience and grow? Yes, at times it is hard but no one said it would be easy... Some say it is the opportunity to be someone completely different... but I am perfectly content with who I am and where I come from. I see this year as a year of opportunity, a year to meet as many people as I can, learn about everything and nothing, a year to love everything in this world, both the good and the bad, and above all to adapt.  Despite how difficult it may be or what others may tell me, I know that I am well prepared and that many other people have undergone the same thing if not more. 


At times I get scared I am may run out of time, as if the seconds on the clock could not go any faster. What if I don't get the chance to help at the orphanage? What if I don't go to as many Rotary meetings as I want to? School will be over in the blink of an eye and I won't have had the opportunity to share my experiences with the class nor learn about about Argentine Politics or Human Rights like I wanted to. At those moments I have to remind myself that everything occurs for a reason. There is a reason as to why I came to Posadas and not Cordoba or Maipu. There is a reason as to why I am living on the corner of Rademacher and Estado Israel. There is a reason for EVERYTHING and with time,  my purpose will come. All I have to do now, is sit back and enjoy everything about this year and let the opportunities come to me, which I know they will. 


I know my original purpose on writing this blog was to tell you about another day in the life of Valeria, but I found that reflecting is good every once and a while! Just some thoughts... If you have any feedback please comment!

*Note: I know that the title has nothing to do with what I said, but my throat was burning the entire time I wrote this and I found that the title would somewhat alleviate it all. Thank you for understanding...haha