here it comes... (no, not the sun)

I hate it when a good day turns into a rough night.

I was so productive today. I FINALLY got my NIE card, which lets the world know that I am a legal resident of Spain. So, hooray! It only took 3 months!

I also went to get a bank account, FINALLY. I know that it IS possible for an American to get a bank account using only their passport, but for some reason, every bank that I went to told me that I should just wait 'til I got my card (despite the fact that my friends opened accounts at the same banks? what?!) So I waited. It was a pain... but, at last, I have one! (I remember when I naively thought that I would open an account within my first week here. Wrong. 12 weeks later, I'm finally on the ball.)

I went out to lunch with my roommate.
I took a siesta.
I gave a private lesson.
I went to Cine Club.
And that's where it went down hill.
I went out for a beer with my friend after the movie, and we were sitting at the bar talking about Christmas. And I lost it. It suddenly occurred to me that Christmas is NEXT WEEK, and I have been avoiding it --(partially because time is flying here, but also because I just don't want to think about what I'm missing.) I'm all about the Christmas traditions, and I am knowingly going without them for the year. When I heard the other day that mom was going to grandma's to bake cookies, I was so sad that I wouldn't be there with them. That's pretty much my favorite activity ever. I may throw together a batch of gingerbread this weekend, just to make myself feel better. But I'm still really sad that I'm missing that time with them.

Everybody is deciding last minute to go home, and I honestly, legitimately feel like I will be alone on Christmas. In my apartment. Alone. And the thought kills me. The worst part? I decided all of this. It's my own doing... and now it's too late to do anything about it!

I need a good cheering up!
:( Sorry for being a Debbie Downer, but it was bound to happen sometime.

And yes, I fully realize the irony of getting homesick the day I received my residency card. (This is irony, right? Alanis Morissette has messed me up forever.)