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Nothing is Permanent: 365 days since I left Barcelona

The trail of tears began as my ex accompanied me to the airport. I was unable to stop crying as I entered the international departures. The police officers asked that I take my sunglasses off, only to discover that a grown man with a beard is sobbing (and nothing wrong with that). The flight attendants treaded lightly around me as they noticed that with each serving of wine, the saga continued.