“Today I feel incompetent.
and angry.
Im mad that you have to compare my spanish to hers…
… for gods sake the girl had like 8 years before she came, give me a break.
I miss having friends…
… maybe I should have tried a little harder a little sooner.
I am having a good time here at the beach
but it makes me think a little too much about the problems in my exchange.

nothing big… just my little incompetences

I dont want to come home… if I even knew where home is anymore. Ive become amaizingly good at making any place im in for more than 3 days my home these days… I wish I could be as good at spanish.

My spanish is far from bad… in fact I would say I practically fluent… Its just that I still have these crazy gramatical errors… and the small town that I live in makes me talk like a hick (ie gaucho). I dont understand these beach city people…. and so they think im stupid… my spanish is slow this week too… which makes it worse…

I feel like going for a run … but its 100 degrees outside…. and that would be dumb.

huggs,
mere”

I know what you are talking about, its that realization that you no longer move the world with ease, that you have to fight your way through the social world in a new place with new rules and a new language. Everyone around you can do everything sooooo easily, and you wonder if you will ever get to that point ever again. It can be a struggle, but it will get easier.

The language thing sounds awesome… I wish I could think of good ideas!

HUGGS