Preparing for the Journey
“So, my current plan is just to show up in Spain, get to my hostel, and try to figure everything out in six days. I think I can do it.”
It has been quite a long road to get to where I currently am. I have been through more stress in the past three months than I think I have ever been through in my entire life, and that includes all of my all-nighters I pulled in college and job hunting. There were times when I convinced that all of my hopes and dreams of working as an auxiliary [language assistant] in Spain were over and there were weeks when I worried that my visa would not arrive in time. Despite this, I am officially one week away from my departure to Spain!!!
By this time next week, I will be flying to JFK, my only stop between my old life in the States and my new life in Madrid. It’s insane, partially because I’m not even sure what city I’m going to be living in yet. I’m pretty sure I’m going to live in Madrid because, you know, it’s MADRID, but it’s also 45 minutes away from where I work so I’m slightly considering living in a medium-sized town named Alcorcon, which has bars of its own and would, I think, challenge my Spanish more. (By ‘slightly’, I mean that for the last hour, instead of reading my book on Spanish culture, I’ve been freaking out about where to live so much so that I decided to start a blog so I can write about it, jaja). The more I think about it though, the more I’m like “It’s MADRID.” So, my current plan is just to show up in Spain, get to my hostel, and try to figure everything out in six days, which is the number of days I’ve reserved at my hostel, Las Musas. I think I can do it.
The weird thing is that I’m not suffering from an emotional overflow. I just left the place I’ve called home for more than a year and barely shed a tear. I’m about to move to one of the coolest cities in the world and I’m only kind of excited. It just doesn’t seem real. Even after dealing with all of that visa BS and buying a plane ticket and getting a hostel and saying goodbye to some of my closet friends, I don’t think it will feel real until the night before, maybe even the day of, and then I’m anticipating crying for a really long time. But I am excited, even if I can’t feel it. I have this incredible adventure ahead of me, one that I have been looking forward to and saving up for during the past year, although some might say my whole life. I may not know where I’m going to be living, who I’m going to meet, or what I’m even going to do, but I know it’s going to be awesome.
Originally written by Katie Persons via https://adventurousexpat.wordpress.com/