“The one who does not remember history is bound to live through it again.” – George Santayana
Ever since I was little, I dreamed about visiting Ireland, especially Dublin. Like so many others, my ancestors immigrated from Ireland and I felt this connection to a country I had only read about and seen in pictures. In college, I even took a course on the history of Ireland, making my connection even stronger. I had this idea in my head of what I thought Dublin would be like and I really believed I would feel this immediate “at home” feeling as soon as I arrived. Sadly, I didn’t feel that way at all.
I have a confession to make. When I first started this blog, I didn’t dedicate any time to it. And when I moved to Spain, I told myself I would have nothing but time. Truth is, I really do have a lot of time on my hands, sometimes too much time. I’ve also just gotten a little lazy. Between my Netflix marathons and siestas, working on my blog was pushed aside. While on vacation in Germany and Austria over the holidays, I made myself write out a few blog posts that were long overdue, including this one about my first trip to Poland.
Friends and family have been asking for updates and wanting to know what I’ve been up to since I arrived in Madrid last week. And to be honest, my life has been kind of boring. Since I had a list of things to do when I arrived including finding an apartment, I haven’t been able to see the sights or do much of anything fun. Here’s what I was up to my first week. I know once I’m settled and have a routine, my life will be more interesting. Hopefully.
I’m so excited to finally share that I’m moving back to Spain! After over a year of planning, with lots of moments of excitement and uncertainty, I’ve purchased my ticket and am in the process of packing my bags. Deciding to move back to Madrid was a little more challenging for me this time around. Given how close I am to my parents and my sister just getting married last month, I feel at times I’ll be missing out on a lot, but I also know I’m not getting any younger and this also may be my last chance I get to do something like this.
Ever since I left Madrid over five years ago I’ve been trying to figure out how to get back, and not just for a visit. While my plan may not be an ideal move for most adults in their late 20’s, it feels right for me. This opportunity to go back to Spain will allow me to travel a lot more, something I’ve been anxious to do for a while now. I’ll be teaching English through The North American Language and Culture Assistants program, the same program I did right out of college. I’ll also be living in Madrid again, my favorite city in all of Europe. I know I’m taking a huge risk (and a little bit of a pay-cut) but I know I’ll regret this if I don’t go. I don’t ever want to look back on my life and wonder what it would have been like to live in Europe again.
Ever since applying to the program in January of this year, being accepted in February and finally being placed in July; I’ve been obsessively planning and preparing for this move. Everything from getting a new passport to picking out all my apartment decor at Ikea, my friends and family have been listening to me talk about Spain non-stop all year even if they didn’t want to hear about it.
While I spend my last two weeks in the states finalizing everything and saying my goodbyes, here are a few things I’m looking forward to most once I’m back in Madrid.