I’ve always longed for an adventure, but responsibility and life always got in my way. Living and studying abroad is something I’ve always wanted to do, but I was comfortable with my life in L.A. Ironically, it’s that comfort with my life that scared me, I could go on with my daily routine and be happy. I knew I had to take a risk and embark on a new adventure.
I fly out in one week, but it still hasn’t hit me that I’m really leaving. I honestly don’t think it’ll hit me until I get off the plane with my life packed in two big suitcases and step foot in Barcelona alone. I don’t have an apartment yet, I still have to find a job and I have no idea what I’m going to pack, but for once in my life I’m okay with not having everything planned. I’m not going to try to control this experience; I’m just going to live my life. I know it’ll be hard at times and I’ll miss my friends and family, but I’m looking forward to the challenge.
I’m so ready for this.
