I've worked so hard for all of this. To have the memories I have, to have the two best jobs in the world where I can tutor, and essentially teach, students, adults, a two-year-old, whose mother studied in Granada 11 years ago, and who tells me stories of Almuñecar and eating all the hotdogs. I'm reaching graduation in several months, I live in a beautiful place, where I can dwell with the loud people on the streets or hide away and listen to them with the blinds down. I don't feel guilty anymore, and I don't know how this happened.