I recently wrote a post discussing my next big step in life: living in a foreign country. At the time of starting this post, I am in Barcelona, Spain. Saying that I’ll be living here still feels surreal. I’ve wanted to go to (and live in) Spain for so long. I joke that the Cheetah Girls 2 movie is what introduced Spain to me, but honestly that may not be far off. Of course I’ve heard of the country before then, but I was introduced to Barcelona and Spain due to that movie.
Thirteen years later, here I am in Barcelona. Crazy, right? Here are my first impressions of the city as well as venting about a stressful day of travel.
A little over a year ago I wrote this post which talked about a new chapter in my life, one centered on traveling. That was in the midst of one of my hardest years I’ve had and unknowingly before a year that could possible transform my life. Okay, that’s a tad dramatic. But after that post, I really did take to heart my aspirations of seeing the world. Since my solo trip to Canada, I’ve been to Denver as well as a two week trip to Portugal.
Sure, it may not seem super extensive, but it has been amazing. I’ve also been on a few small solo trips, including seeing Ariana Grande perform on her Sweetener tour opener. All is this to say that I am ready for the next step, a new stage. What does that include? Moving abroad.
I always talk about complacency. The fear of it. My determination to not get anywhere near it in my life. And to be honest a pretty frequent feeling that at times I am. For instance, I always discussed wanting to travel the world. Living in a foreign country, going backpacking across Europe or South America, spending a year in Australia on a working holiday visa, you name it. But to me, I always looked at those things as what I would do in the future.
“I can’t wait to travel SOMEDAY.” Sometimes I’d even say soon. For me doing it now didn’t seem like an option. Despite my numerous visits to my many travel apps trying to find the best flights available. For instance, a couple months ago I found a round-trip ticket to Paris for $250. I’m still kicking myself for not getting it. But recently I decided to take a leap of faith.
This post is a little different to ones I normally do. Usually I am writing about my travels/travel wishlist, languages, Youtube recommendations, etc. I love writing articles that provide entertainment, motivation and/or value. However, if you asked me years ago when I was younger what I thought a “blog” was my answer would’ve resembled something like an online diary. A place to talk about yourself, your experiences/feelings, etc.
While that form of blogging is farm from dead, it definitely isn’t the major form anymore. More and more people enjoy not only including personal tidbits, anecdotes and experiences in their blog. But also they provide guides for their readers, info on how to start a business, etc. Things that are a tad less “personal.” I definitely think both ends of the spectrum are needed. Which is why I wanted to share my thoughts about being open to life.
If you’re interested in hearing my thoughts about this, please, keep reading.
This a different post than what I expected to write on this blog. But I think it’s important. How often are we ignoring our gut? How often do we try to ignore our feelings? It may be for several reasons why we do this. Perhaps we are wondering why whatever the situation is doesn’t feel right to us. I mean, others think its the right decision for them/me, why am I feeling this way? Maybe it’s also because we’re afraid of what it means to admit something isn’t feeling right. Maybe we’re afraid of judgment. Maybe we’re afraid of failure and the risk that comes with trusting your gut. Because it’s scary. It can be hard to make a decision when there’s no hard evidence as to why you feel a certain way, you just know you do, and something is telling you that that’s enough.
So whether it’s ending a relationship, quitting your job, taking a step back from a situation. Trust your gut.