jueves, 31 de octubre de 2013

Nobody said it was easy





Come up to meet you, tell you I'm sorry
You don't know how lovely you are
I had to find you, tell you I need you
Tell you I set you apart


Tell me your secrets and ask me your questions
Oh, let's go back to the start
Running in circles, coming up tails
Heads on a science apart


Nobody said it was easy
It's such a shame for us to part
Nobody said it was easy
No one ever said it would be this hard
Oh, take me back to the start


I was just guessing at numbers and figures
Pulling your puzzles apart
Questions of science, science and progress
Don't speak as loud as my heart


Tell me you love me, come back and haunt me
Oh and I rush to the start
Running in circles, chasing our tails
Coming back as we are


Nobody said it was easy
Oh, it's such a shame for us to part
Nobody said it was easy
No one ever said it would so hard
I'm going back to the start



It's been 11 weeks since I left London. Since my very last post on this blog. At least, it seemed to me like it was going to be the last. 



Han pasado ya 11 semanas desde que dejé Londres. Desde el último post de este blog. Al menos, me parecía que iba a ser el último. 


Eleven weeks since that long and lonely last day of mine. Once semanas desde ese último largo y solitario día. 

I kind of feel nostalgic today. Call it homesick, as weird as it may sound. I feel homesick of London, of Heathrow, even though it's not my real home. It feels like it is though. 

Hoy me siento nostálgica. Llamadlo morriña, tan raro como pueda sonar. Tengo morriña de Londres, de Heathrow, aunque en realidad no son mi hogar, mi casa. Aunque la verdad es que lo siento así. 

I've been missing it every day, every single day since I'm back. It's not an unknown feeling for me, it's the second year that happens to me. Still, that "pain", that feeling inside of you that makes you think about that place, that people and that time of your life, does not vanish easier even though. You think about everything, all the little stories, all the laughs, all the love, all the anger, all the yelling, all the stress, all the fuss, every single thing that has made a difference, that has made your days back there. 

Lo he echado de menos cada día, cada uno de los días desde que volví. No es un sentimiento que no conozca, es el segundo año que me pasa. Aun así, ese "dolor", ese sentimiento que te hace pensar en aquel lugar, aquella gente y aquel momento en tu vida, no desaparece fácilmente. Piensas en todo, todas las historias, las risas, el amor, todo el odio, los gritos, el estrés, los líos, cada pequeña cosa que ha marcado la diferencia, que ha dejado una huella y que ha alegrado tus días allí. 

You think about the family that was created, that bond. You think about not only this 2013 family abut also about the experiences from 2012, all that together is just overwhelming. So many people along the way. I can't regret anything that was done, both years. Anything I've done, anyone I've met, anyone I've loved and cried for. It was all worth it cause it was all part of my London life. And it will always have a place in both my mind and heart. I can always go back to that memories that make me laugh and cry sometimes, I can always go back to them and think that I was happy. Thanks to many things and many people. I was happy both summers. 

Piensas en la familia que se creó, ese vínculo. No sólo en la familia del 2013, también en la del 2012, y todo eso es abrumador. Tanta gente a lo largo del camino. No me puedo arrepentir de nada que haya hecho, ninguno de los dos años. Todo lo que he hecho, toda la gente que he conocido, toda la gente que amé y por los que lloré. Todo mereció la pena porque formaba parte de mi vida allí. Y siempre tendrá un lugar en mi mente y en mi corazón. Siempre puedo rescatar esos recuerdos que me hacen reír y a veces también llorar. Siempre podré rescatarlos y pensar que fui feliz. Gracias a muchas cosas y a mucha gente. Aquellos dos veranos, fui feliz. 

I love London Heathrow airport with all my heart. How can you get to love an airport? I don't mean love my "oh, look at this airport, I love it, it's so beautiful". No no no. I mean it, I LOVE IT. Like, you just love everything in it. And it is because I spent every day in it. My memories are full of Heathrow. It's London, its my people there, it's that airport. It was where we worked, where we had lunch, dinner, snacks, where we had a nap, where we argued, where we were pissed, where we were happy, where we laughed. My London summers won't be without Heathrow. 

Amo el aeropuerto de Heathrow con todo mi ser. ¿Cómo se puede querer o amar un aeropuerto? No me refiero a "anda mira este aeropuerto, me encanta, lo adoro, es tan bonito..." No no no.  Es en serio, LO AMO. Amo todo lo que significa y lo que es en esencia. Y es porque allí he pasado los días. Mis recuerdos están llenos de Heathrow. Es Londres, mi gente allí, es ese aeropuerto. Allí es donde trabajabamos, donde comíamos, cenábamos, merendábamos, donde descansábamos o dormíamos una siesta, donde discutíamos, donde nos enfadábamos, donde fuimos felices y donde nos reímos. Mis veranos en Londres no serían, no existirían sin Heathrow. 



Nobody said it would be easy. Again. But again I say that those were my two best summers by far in my life. I wouldn't change a thing. We knew they had and end, we had a deadline. We made it. I made it.

Nadie dijo que fuese fácil. Otra vez. Pero no me cansaré de decir que han sido de lejos, mis dos mejores veranos de mi vida. No cambiaría ni lo más mínimo. Sabíamos que tenía un final, fecha de caducidad. Y lo hicimos. Lo hice. 


Oh take me back to the start. 


To all my people there, but more specially, to my team, to my EF family there. This is for all of you, through all these two years. Love.




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