In honor of my countdown dwindling to single digits (9!!), I thought I’d throw down a quick little post for you.
(Almost everyone I’ve talked to about leaving lately…we’ll call them Person A) “So where are you living?”
(Me) “Not really sure.”
(Person A) “Oh wow, I’d be freaking out if I was going to another country and had no idea where I was going to live for the next 9 months..”
(Me) Awkward silence. Mild involuntary internal moment of panic. (Mental conversation: Should I be freaking out right now? I should probably be more freaked out. Oh my gosh, oh my gosh… Wait–no.)
(Me) “Meh! We’ll figure something out.”
(Person A) Incredulous look attempted to resemble confidence; vague thoughts of “Oh my goodness this girl is crazy”
So yeah…the issue of living arrangements is one of many unknowns that I’ll be addressing once I get to Spain. Along with: my work schedule, how to go about establishing a Spanish bank account; how to get a temporary residence card (NIE); how I’m getting from home to school to school every day; what to do when I’m kind of majorly lost with my not-quite-awesome Spanish ability in addition to adjusting to the Castellano accent; and a host of other unknowns that haven’t even occurred to me. Am I going to do every amount of preparing and looking up to figure these out to the best of my ability? Yes. Am I still going to run into things I’ll have no idea how to handle? Also yes. And yet? Still surprisingly chill. I might seen a little insane in the membrane for being so nonchalant about this, but…hey, what’s travel (and life, for that matter) without having to think on your feet? 🙂
So here’s to adventurous chaos, a little risk and a smattering of trust that it will all fall into place. ¡Salud!