It’s midnight here in Spain and I’m writing this essay because I’m jet-lagged and scared.
Don’t panic, I’m not SCARED scared. I’m just ambiently scared, not by anything in particular. This is the first time I’ve lived alone and I’ve become a jumpy person. Even four months in, I sit in my 3 bedroom flat in Barcelona and I’m a little spooked.
It has nothi…
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