The Perpetual Attempt to Translate My Spanish Language Self

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I never knew not speaking Spanish for more than eight hours a day would cause me a physical reaction like a headache.

Five years ago I left Puerto Rico as a leap of faith, embracing the unknown and the full understanding that I would spend, at least, nine months of my life in what I considered my place in the world: New York City. I got accepted to Columbia…