And just like that...

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     I'm ready to go home.  I love Barcelona.  I do, I really do.  But you know when you have a terrible day and nothing seems to go right, and you just want to curl up in your bed and never leave?  (That was the worse run-on sentence in the history of writing).  I have three days left here.  Tomorrow, Monday and Tuesday.  I'm running around on my own, thinking to myself, "Look at me, I'm independent!  I'm a local!"  And then WHAM!  I get pickpocketed.  Wallet gone.  License, cash, debit card, credit card, bank account numbers, apartment keys - all gone.
     I practically ran home and started frantically trying to contact my mom.  I couldn't just cancel the cards myself because I didn't know the actual card numbers and I stupidly never wrote them down.  I called the emergency contact number for my program and she was told me to have my mom cancel my cards.  I finally got a hold of a friend on Facebook who called my house and woke up my mother.  We then Skyped, she cancelled all my cards and froze my accounts.  I filled out a police report online; I need to print it and sign a copy at a police station within 72 hours.  Chances are nothing will come of it; it will most likely be used for statistical purposes.  My license will be easy to replace back home, but I'm worried I won't be able to fly home without it.  I do have a color photocopy though.  I should have enough cash to tide me over for three days but that means no more present shopping! :(
     I suppose the moral of this story is that I am incredibly naive.  These types of things happen in America, but not where I'm from.  You get a fender bender and the entire town hears about it.  I love Barcelona, and I would definitely come back again.  Just maybe not quite as soon as I originally thought.  My mom always knows just what to say.  I miss my mom, my bed, my local Asian restaurant, a select few of my friends.  I'm conflicted.  I should be more sad to leave.  I am sad, just not as sad as I thought I would be.  Maybe it's the shock talking.

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