The Earthquake in Ecuador

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I am fortunate enough to have more than one home; I think that I actually have three. To me, home is Glendon, is where I long to be after a long day of braving the wind and snow. It is where my life and my future are right now; after a long day of walking downtown my pace quickens when I see that York University sign on Bayview and Lawrence.Home is Colombia, my grandmother’s cooking, horseback riding with my grandfather up in El Retiro and eating sweeting popcorn surrounded by my cousins in a movie theatre.

And last, and maybe more so, home is Ecuador. Say “think home” and the first image that comes to mind is a great green mountain. This is where I grew up, my parent live here. My room with all my books and pictures is here.  I read my first words here, I made friends, I graduated high school; I built all my hopes and dreams from inside the shelter of the Andes, even if they are not to be fulfilled within.

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And did I mention we speak Spanish?

I just finished my first semester! How did that happen?  I truly, madly, deeply hope that time slows down after the first semester, because if it doesn’t it I feel like graduation will be just a few stressful assignments away. I can’t believe that I’m already 1/8 done with my undergraduate degree already!

(Don’t panic though)

I will probably get around to doing a blog on my impressions of life at Glendon and university as a whole, but I think I’ll let the trauma of exams wear off before I do. Kidding! Or am I?

However that’s a story for another day. The topic for today’s post is… (Insert drumroll here) Languages!

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