Recently I wrote about making big life changes, and now I’m ready to tell you mine!
In less than a month, you might find me at La Playa De Vila Olimpica:
Or getting lost in narrow, winding streets:
This will be my commute:
I will eat tortilla de patatas and drink cafe con leche:
I’ll be surrounded by architecture by Gaudi:
And this will be my skyline:
That’s right, I’m moving to Barcelona. ¡Olé!
I enrolled in a program to get a TEFL (teaching English as a foreign language) certification, and I’ll try to find a short-term teaching position after the program wraps.
There’s no guarantee I’ll get a position (luckily, the TEFL certification is internationally recognized so I can use it anywhere, if I choose), so the shortest amount of time I’ll be gone is 3 months. If I do get a position, I’ll be able to get a work visa and stay longer (six? twelve? months, whatever I want).
And thrilling and scary and unbelievable, too.
Since I studied abroad in Seville nine years ago (woah, nine years), I’ve always said I wanted to return to Spain. I talk about wanting to live abroad, be a nomad, travel even more than I do. Become fluent in another language.
Yet … I’ve often held back. Stayed put for a job, a man, a lifestyle. And, no doubt, my lifestyle in Portland is pretty wonderful. But it’ll be here for me when I come back.
This summer, in a strangely mystical series of events, the universe revealed to me that it’s time to fucking woman-up. To quit my job, because it was no longer a fit for me. To pursue this plan, even if it’s not traditional. To take a leap, even if I don’t know what’s on the other side.
So here’s how it breaks down by the numbers:
- In 1 day, I’m done with my job – and my apartment. (Oh, and most of my possessions. I sold a ton of stuff.)
- In 7 days, I fly to Peru to hike Machu Picchu with my mom. (Why not throw in another epic adventure right before Spain?! My mom and I have actually been planning this trip for almost a year.)
- In 27 days, I fly to Barcelona to start the next chapter.
I’ll figure it out as I go.
And the uncertainty, surprisingly, feels really invigorating right now.
Know anyone in Barcelona? Or Spain? Do you have recommendations for places to go, things to see? Dígame, por favor.