Lo mejor de mi vida eres tu.

I'm home alone most of the time because Andres leaves for work early in the morning and gets back in the late afternoon, so I guess I get a lot of "me" time. Which really just leaves me to think and when I start to think, I think up a storm.

I stress and worry about things so easily and without any distractions it really makes for a very exasperating day. So when Andres gets home from work it's like a breathe of fresh air, having someone I can talk to about every little thought that has passed through my mind is an amazing thing. I really do applaud the man, I mean, it takes a lot of patience to sit and listen to my pointless rambling...Without that though I would just be a giant mess.

If I was able to get out and do more it wouldn't be so bad but Santiago is a gross big city with a not-so-nice-egoistic population. But then again, this is coming from a small town girl, I grew up in a place where everyone knows everyone. You couldn't go anywhere without seeing someone you knew or have someone tattle-tail on you for being where you weren't supposed to...I'm sorry to say it but I really do miss it. I wanted out for so long, to live in a place with more opportunities, but now I just want to be in that old cabin up in the hills. I want to be far away from people, I want to be stress free, I want calmness and tranquility, but most of all, I want my freedom back.

Santiago is worst than federal prison. If you don't have money or a car. You don't go anywhere.

Hasta lo proximo...