Once again I've fallen off the blog-writing bandwagon. Whoops. My visa appointment came and went without much hassle. I turned in my documents and picked them up again--with the addition of a shiny new visa--four weeks later. In between I've had my own slice of Spain stateside and I got to play tourist.
My flight leaves tomorrow, which has left my room looking like a disaster zone as I'd attempted to condense my life in one sub-50lb suitcase, one duffle bag, and a backpack. As usual, I think I've over-packed. Everything should be ready, save a few last-minute additions.
This past week I've been a bundle of nerves. My chest is heavy. My heart is racing. I have a headache. I'm not too concerned, as I went through something similar last year when I went to study abroad. I won't undo over a year of planning because, at the last minute, I got cold feet. I don't want to get ahead of myself, but the move has the potential to evolve into something more long-term. I know it. My family knows it. Of course, I'm not making plans yet. Two years ago I went to Madrid with the intent of seeing Europe for the first and last time before settling down into the "real" world. Tomorrow I head back to Spain for the third time to teach English. To be honest, I'm not sure where this will lead. I have a one-way ticket and an undecided future. What happens next?
To my friends and family, I love you all and I'll miss you. But by this point I've accepted that I'll always have my heart spread across the country (or in this case, countries). We're all moving on to wherever life takes us, but fortunately we live in a digital age. Keep in touch. And if you happen to find yourself in Spain, you know who to call.
Here we go.
