Me: "It's so strange that you can dream about doing something for years and then when you make it happen it just comes down to all of these mundane details. One day you find that you're actually buying the plane ticket to Spain. That you actually have to decide on the clothes you're going to bring and how you're going to get to one specific apartment in Barcelona among thousands of other apartments. You have to make that transition. It just becomes real all of a sudden when you say goodbye to friends and family. And all you see are the beautiful things you're going to leave behind."

Him: "Yeah, I know."

Me: "And in five years or ten years, I'll say to some acquaintance at a party, 'I lived in Spain for a while,' and that's all we'll say about it. They'll never know about the moments that led up to it, or all the adventures I had while I was there. It will just be a passing moment in conversation..."

Him: "It is strange."

Me: "I'm so lucky. Thank you. I love you a million times."

Him: "I love you a million times. You have to do this. It's going to bring you to the next level... It'll be great."

Me: "Eeoo bui gwate!"

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