Alicante es pequeño.

Kirkwood, Missouri is a small town. Being born and raised within it has been cozy. Quietly situated far enough away from the big city noise of St. Louis, but close enough to roll around in the ruido if one wanted to. It was hard not to run into anyone you knew when you went out to the local grocery store, gas station, or just out-side.


Columbia, Missouri is a quaint college town where I went school for my Journalism degree. Although it is home of 30,000 undergraduates it was hard to not pass familiar faces on the way to class.


Anchorage, Alaska, the biggest, most populated city in Alaska, even felt like a cat in a fish bowl sometimes. With only 300,000 residence and only 10 go-to bars, you couldn't help but see everyone you wanted to see, and perhaps others you may not have meant to. 


I'm noticing that Alicante, Spain is becoming smaller everyday. There are people that I know, that know people that I know, that know people that I know. And so on. 


My friend Aurora told me the people here dicen: Alicante es pequeño. It's for this reason I'm feeling the big city-ness close in a tid-bit everyday. 


En todos formas, I feel like once a city starts to feel like home, I begin to cozy up with it and it's not so big and scary. Perhaps I'll coin it the "hacer hogar" effect.