Adjusting to a new home and culture abroad is challenging, mostly in a good way. It’s forced me to be more adaptable than I am at home – and to give up my desire for (warning: approaching buzzword!) control. There are just too many unknown factors here that I simply can’t be in control of my days and my conversations in ways that I’m used to. (Missed the bus? Oh well, there’s another one coming. Have no idea what that dude’s shouting at me? Just smile and wave. Got charged for something I didn’t order, but showed up at the table? Well, better savor that damn food.)
And while that makes me feel a little bristly at times, it also makes me more chill than usual. If I got worked up over every little thing that doesn’t go perfectly right here, I’d be walking around with a cloud of ugly, dirty bitterness over me. Instead, I’d rather let it go, chalk it up to experience and spend my time focusing on the things that are going really well.
The magic, as always, is in the little details.
Things like spending my mornings writing stories (I’m actually writing fiction again! Holy shit.) and drinking cafe con leche.
And running stair repeats near Park Guell.
And drinking IPAs with Shelby at our favorite bar, La Cerveteca.
And happening upon a team of castellers building a “five-story” castell (human tower) in a plaza in my neighborhood.
Sappy as it may be, I’m lucky as hell to be going through my days here. Barcelona is a pretty good place to dust out the mental cobwebs and get a new perspective on what I want in life – and how to roll when things don’t exactly go my way.
Tell me: What small things are you finding comfort in these days?