Holding Barcelona

02

A week has passed since I've moved back to Barcelona, and I've quickly come to realize how toxic an environment I was in, in Madrid. I blocked Matias's number, keeping that parasite away from me anyway I can.

It's time to start work again today, I'm ecstatic, this is the first step in my new independent life, without anybody holding me down. I woke up, showered, blow dried my hair, and tried to figure out what to wear. I decided on a scarf print shirt with black jeans, and black flats. My bruise under my eye has started to fade and it's got a yellow tint to it, hopefully it will be gone in a few days. I quickly apply some foundation, and finish my makeup routine.

I go downstairs to fix myself some breakfast, I pick up a an apple and make myself a cup of tea, and put on some music as I sing and dance around the kitchen. I do this for an embarrassing amount of time , but as soon as I notice the time, I grab my purse, and run out of my house, and into my car.

Around 15 minutes later, I arrive at the preschool. It's a two floor building in the middle of a residential community, across from a high school as well. 'You got this Paris, you already have the job,'I remind myself. I make my way to the owners office, on the second floor, I tap gently on the door and I'm greeted with a short, chubby, woman with black hair, and brown eyes.

"Hola bienvenido debe ser Paris." She greets me enthusiastically. I smile back at her "Si." I think she must have noticed my accent, because she quickly switched to English. " Your schedule is here, of what rooms you'll be in, on what days." She says as she hands me a stack of papers.

Today I'll be at the nursery room, and I'm overjoyed to be working with the babies. I quickly walk down to the hall to the nursery, and open the door, careful not to wake the infants that might already be asleep.

A young woman greets me, maybe in her early 30's, she softly smiles and says " Hola, usted puede hacerse en casa aquí." "Gracias." I say back. I notice one of the babies who start fussing, he was snuggling onto a blanket, like a vine on a wall. I picked him up and immediately fell in love, he looks up at me with these big brown eyes, and thick golden hair.

For what seems the hundredth time this morning, I count my blessings. As I look down at this little baby, and all the innocence and love it has. I realize that I can have this one, one day I'll be able to have this with someone, and that someone will love me, and our child.

As soon as it was the babies nap time, meaning lights off, and soothing music. I grabbed my lunch from the refrigerator in the coat room, a garden salad, with a Greek yogurt, and a bottle of Coke Zero. I tried my make small talk with my co-worker, whose name I now learned was Olivia, but my lack of the Spanish language made the conversation limited. From what I picked up she was thirty-two, happily married to her high school sweet-heart, and were trying for kids with no such luck so far.

The day ended and it was very in eventful, not in a boring way, in a way that I was thankful to have. Straight from work, I made a few appointments to look at some apartments for rent.

The apartments were all in nice neighborhoods, each different in their own ways. The first apartment was in the Eixample neighborhood, a trendy neighborhood filled with nice restaurants and bars, and filled with modern architecture. The apartment there was a nice two bedroom, very modern with brick walls and red decor, a beautiful kitchen, with navy cabinets.

  The second one I went to see was in the El Born neighborhood, bohemian style neighborhood, filled with cafes and gothic architecture. The apartment was modern again, but a loft filled with bright red walls that brought the whole place together. Beautiful white light fixtures hung everywhere lighting the house up.

By the time I was finished with the second house, I was already exhausted from today.
So I decided to just chose between the two I looked at earlier, I told the landlords I would be in touch in the week, so I had some time to think it over.