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HÄR KAN DU LÄSA DELEN PÅ SVENSKA, MEN LÄST HELST PÅ ENGELSKA DÅ DET ÄR ORGINALET OCH DEN JAG GILLAR MEST. (LÄNK) Det vore verkligen så himla kul om ni som läste kommenterade era åsikter, tankar, funderingar eller bara vad ni tyckte i allmänhet, blir tusen gånger roligare att skriva då och peppar mig att fortsätta! Självklart inget måste, men jag vill iallafall att ni ska veta att det uppskattas mycket! Tack!
“We will soon arrive to Santa Barbara… Santa Barbara next,” someone said in the speaker. Since that was my cue, I got up, grabbed my purse and the black, small suitcase I got from my mom a long time ago, a time I barely remember. I stepped out of the half empty train and took a quick look around me, searching for the nearest exit out of the station area. My gaze wandered throughout the silent platform, the grey walls, the grey ground and the few people in my sight. I didn´t have to search for long, since everybody was going the same way, down the marble stairs and to the left. I followed the small crowd and ended up in a cab and on my way to everything new that was waiting for me.
I knew that Santa Barbara was something special, because the pictures from the one time I´d been there were stuck in my head, glued to my memory. My cousin and her daughter lived there several years ago, back in the days when my only problem was that my friend had a prettier skirt than me or some other unimportant issue. I remember how I and the daughter, Jennifer, walked around on the streets, looking up on the serious, sad, busy, joyful faces that walked by. How I held Jennifer´s hand hard, partly so we wouldn´t lose track of each other as we walked down the warm asphalt street and partly to express the excitement growing inside me. I remember vaguely how I sat in the park by myself, amazed by how beautiful the city around me was, and then realized that I in fact was alone and didn´t know the way back to Jennifer´s, so that pretty much ruined the day. Well, I was twelve back then and this time, things are a little bit different. I won´t be living in the most luxurious part of Santa Barbara as I did on my visit, it´s more like the shabbiest. I am not a kid anymore, nor am I there for the same reason. One thing is similar though, I won´t be staying there for long.
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