To the Last Night in Madrid

I’m going a bit out of order with the events that have unfolded since Thanksgiving, but this is the energy I want to acknowledge right now.
It’s my last night in Madrid.  I’ve eaten the last of my food and am currently drinking the last of my wine and thinking about how I feel in this moment.  I feel ready to leave, ready for what’s next.  I feel a bit melancholy.  And a bit anxious because airports and shit. 
I spent the day alone, but I think I needed that to really soak up the end of this experience without distraction.  The weather was nice today so I walked around outside of the palace grounds and the Templo de Debod.  I stopped at a restaurant on my way back to the apartment for one more Mahou Clasica de barril.  I watched the sun shine its last rays over Dalieda de San Francisco.   
There are so many things here I am going to miss.  When I started this journey, I was open to opportunities abroad for work.  Open to love.  Open to finding a home. I was seeking things I haven’t yet discovered.  Soulful things.  I hoped for a lot of these things to happen, but I realized kind of early on that Madrid isn’t… it.  At least, not at this time in my life.  Now, I’m ready to see where the next chapter leads. 

To the city I fell in love with, to the people who enriched my time here, to the memories – salud.