I miss CHATÃO QUADRADO

Well,

I’ll have to confess it. I miss Chatham Square.

I miss its every day silence except on House of Blues nights

I miss my too tiny closet I had to share with Osorio

I miss the fact it was on the third and last floor and there was no elevator

I miss my super helpful best friend dishwasher and my too large cabinets

I miss my carpet where I could never put my shoes on

I miss the smell of the fake candles we bought at Dollar Tree

I miss the two twin beds put together by the huge window

I miss the light coming out of the window every morning

I miss getting up and double checking the time of the bus

I miss ALWAYS running to the bus stop

I miss the punctuality of the C bus driver at 7:42

I miss having dinner and lunch on the coffee table

I even miss my TV that worked for just five days

I miss my board full of parks maps, Celebration and First visit pins and Brazilian stuff

I miss my barely never used balcony

I miss the secret doors that we never managed to open

I miss the annoying presence of the fire alarm and the lack of a coffee maker

I miss the too- nice security staff who always greeted us with a mechanical: welcome home, guys

I miss the neighbors that I barely saw and the Brazilians that surrendered to Vista Way

I miss going to do the laundry on the rain and getting my clean and folded clothes all wet

I miss looking for toads and roaches on my way back home

I miss missing the already-too-late bus to Walmart and swearing all the way to the supermarket on the next very late bus

I miss taking all of the Walmart groceries up to the third floor

I miss putting on my make up on the bus stop

I miss forgetting my lunch on the fridge

I miss hearing the Fireworks from Epcot and MK and being able to tell the time they started and finished

I missed pondering if I should climb the stairs with feet and hands after an exhausting shift

I miss the air conditioning the prevented me from the sticky Floridian weather

I miss the swimming pool that I visited once and the gym that I never attended

I miss the bingos on the grass that I gave up on going because of the frogs

I miss getting home and greeting the house with a simple: OI CASA!

I simply miss it for the simple fact it felt exactly like HOME.