November 1st, 2024

I just got back to my house. It's 17:45 in Ubrique, Spain, or 5:45 pm. I woke up this morning and it wasn't raining, which was so nice because it has been for the last week. Spain has flooded, Valencia is in a state of panic, 200 people have died. Here it just rained. And I worked. It was a tough week between my cold, the rain, and a lack of any desire to teach kids at all. Dante started working this week and is very happy with his job and things seem to be sliding into normalcy. He went to work at 12pm today, and I went off with his parents and the baby to take a stroll and enjoy the first sunny day we've had for a while. 

We went for a walk, had some wine, had some tapas. Dante's brother showed up. My baby spent the whole day smiling. I felt complete. I'm starting to feel complete. Dante found an excellent job, I don't love mine, but I have one. We created this tiny little guy that loves us unconditionally. I have weekends off and think of things to come and wonderful plans for the future. Christmas is right around the corner and I'm planning my first, real American Christmas in Spain. It's the first time it has been worth it to put up a tree and lights and wrap something. 

My baby loves me. My boyfriend loves me. My adopted family loves me. 

Things are moving forward and getting better one day at a time. 

Today was such a good fucking day.