Just a few jumbled thoughts and life happenings while sitting at a sunny café.
If you have read my blog from the beginning you know that I have had a tough time adjusting to the Spanish culture (more importantly, the language). This transition was one of the hardest that I have ever gone through. I mean, give me a little credit! I agreed to spend my first year as a married woman by living in a foreign country.
For the first few months that I was living in Spain, I was just overwhelmed and exhausted by what was happening around me. I couldn’t understand anything I heard; I didn’t understand how to buy things in a grocery store; I didn’t understand how to get around the city. (I could go on for a while, so I’ll just assume you understand that I was completely surrounded by things I didn’t understand.) During these months, I just kept thinking, “what the heck have I gotten myself into. I want to go home.”
Then a switch happened close to Christmas. It was like my brain was tired of being tired and decided to give Spain a chance. I started to understand more of the culture; I started to understand how to get around the city; I started to understand more Spanish. However, I was still saying in head, “I want to go home.”
By February, I finally accepted the idea that I was not going back to the U.S. until July and started to just enjoy more of my time here. I started going out more on own, exploring different parts of the city, getting lost on purpose, etc. (To be honest, this is when I stopped blogging as much because I was outside when I wasn’t working!)
Fast forward to now. About a month ago, I was able to visit the United States for the first time since moving to Spain. (Long story of how this ended up happening, but let’s just say, it wasn’t my doing.) It was a very short visit, but I got to see my family, friends, past coworkers and bosses. It was a lovely reunion filled with laughter and singing. I kind of felt like I was in a movie the entire time, but that’s irrelevant.
However, I was expecting it to feel like home. It just felt like a past home. Somewhere I used to live, but grew out of. I didn’t realize how much I wanted to be somewhere else, until I went back to where I was.
Now before some of you freak out and say, “OMG! You want to stay in Spain!” No, I don’t. I don’t think Spain is where Mr. C and I are meant to live; however, it did make me realize that I want a place I can call home and mean it.
That’s it. Kisses and hugs from Valencia, Spain.
Adventure Lesson Learned: Sunshine is a great stress reliever.
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