In telling myself the story of my blogs, I have now managed to get past the sense of this being a somewhat uncanny and confusing moment, in which I somehow need to find the words for the last one. Culminating, most recently, in the story of my first ever birthday spent in Argentina, by that point an ode to my blissful Latin American levelling out. Some time after that, my first piece on life here, having walked through the study abroad fourth wall, sat in a park on the other side.
LILYS BLOP BLOP BLOP HOW TO
They give me a tangible history of this singular process: that first one I wrote at 3am, sitting at my desk in the Southside, explaining how to apply to study abroad, and its sequel, explaining how to apply to Argentina … (my own kind of propaganda).
I need to have a moment staring at the most obvious of rhetorical questions to get going here: what does Lily put in her last blog post? Despite having weirdly put that in third person, it is helping me come to terms with the fact that I am writing my very last diary home. Despite due tiredness, I am sort of enjoying how fitting a vibe this is for the delivery of my final study abroad blog. The past-my-bedtime situation is representative of my being at the tail end of, but not quite done with, my semester at Universidad del Salvador. So it’s past midnight (GMT-4), a Buenos Aires car alarm is somewhat playing with my consciousness, and I am drinking maté (plant-based energiser enjoyed all over this continent).
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