Personal stories
It’s been nine months since I quit my 9-5 job and hopped on a plane to Spain. Was it the most financially responsible thing I’ve ever done? Probably not. Has everything gone perfectly to plan and I’m just sipping cervezas on the beach every day? Of course not. Would I do it again in a …
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It’s been one month since I put my California life on pause and moved halfway across the globe to Barcelona, Spain. After an adventurous first week in Barcelona (if you haven’t already, you can read about it here), I have started to get in the swing of daily life here.
Bienvenidos! It’s been one full week living in Spain, and as you can imagine, it has been one hell of a rollercoaster. I spent almost a week in Barcelona on vacation last year, but I am quickly learning that vacationing somewhere and living somewhere are not the same thing. During vacation, we are living at an unsustainable high – eating tapas all day and drinking cervezas all night with little regard for our lives back home. As I am trying to understand this concept, I have been on a rollercoaster of emotion: excitement, exhaustion, adventure, homesickness, fomo, and the recurring question “What the f**k am I doing?!?”
Written in big letters on my refrigerator whiteboard is the phrase “How you feel today does not dictate how you will feel tomorrow.” This helps me take it day by day. I have good days, bad days, and worse days. Knowing that there is potential for a better day tomorrow helps me stay hopeful.
The retirement age is around 65 right? Sure, that’s when society has deemed me eligible for retirement-related benefits. And hopefully by then I am still in kickass health and ready to swim with jellyfish in Micronesia or make the hike to Machu Picchu.
