I live in Barcelona now. That’s something I can say to myself over and over again, yet it still never seems to feel completely real. I have been living here for almost 7 months and there are not enough words in the english language to describe my journey, and my emotions so far (well hopefully through some of my future blog posts I will be able to find words to help describe it). Its been magical, awesome and scary all at the same time.
So, why pick up and move to Barcelona? If you’ve ever been to this city you might understand, theres some indescribable magical element about this city. Me and a friend have joked it’s something about being surrounded by beautiful mountains on one side and the Mediterranean sea on the other. The first time I experienced Barcelona, I knew this was a place that I was going to come back to. I had this unexplainable pull to the city, I still don’t even know what it was about this place that just felt like home to me..instantly.
What led me here…
My first trip to Barcelona was in January 2014, during my senior year of college for a study abroad program. It was one stop on the 6 week trip, traveling through Spain, only 6 days spent in this city..but wow those 6 days made such an impact on me. Before coming on the trip I had toyed with the idea of one day living in Spain… it was just something that never felt like it would be a reality. Kind of like a thing when you’re 5 years old and say you’re gonna be a pop star like Britney Spears when you grow up. Something that seems like it would be great, but would never realistically happen. Soo the idea of living in Spain was somewhere in the back of my mind during my trip, but never fully as a realistic thought. I came to Barcelona, and it was just game over. I knew that there was something about this city that was soooooo so right for me. Well, maybe it didn’t help that I was also very sick and delirious and had no clue what even was going on.. but I think that might have added to it, being so sick and having that negative experience yet feeling so good about this place.
On my return home I was discussing with my best friend how awesome this place was. Well she had been researching teaching abroad, specifically in Spain (she wanted to learn the language). She mentioned a program that she saw in Barcelona. I thought to myself this is it, not only do I get to go back to Barcelona… but I could go and live there for a year. That sounded magical, ideal and just utterly perfect to me. So we both applied to the program, got accepted and bought our one way tickets to Barcelona. Yes a one way ticket. When I was clicking purchase the amount of emotions that I experienced were all over the map.
I had the ticket, I had the plan, and yet it still didn’t feel like it was really happening. I packed all the things I thought I could possibly need into 2 big suitcases, and even as I was packing a years worth of clothes it didn’t feel real. As I said goodbye to all of my friends, it still didn’t feel real. As I said goodbye to my mom in the airport, it STILL did not feel real. Even on the plane, still had not hit me yet. Not until I stepped off the plane and into my magical city did it really hit me and feel real.
August 1, 2014… That was the day that I finally turned my dream of Barcelona into a reality. The day I left the US and came here. I honestly didn’t have any idea what I wanted to do with my life, still don’t and the idea of teaching English intrigued me (it also didn’t hurt that it seemed to be a fairly feasible way to work and live abroad). So I decided it fuck it, I’ll teach English in Barcelona. I applied for a training program here in Barcelona (which was actually great) and picked up and moved here. I arrived in Barcelona on August 2, 2014 and I felt so genuinely happy, I had this feeling that maybe I was actually doing something right for myself, and for the point in my life I was in. That this was the step to finally continue onto the next chapter of my life, and grow as a person. It really just felt so right, I don’t know how else to describe it…
Tomorrow I will delve more into my time here so far and what I actually do here in Barcelona. Don’t want to bore you with too much information at once. If you’re reading my blog I really appreciate the support, this is hard for me being so brutally honest with both you guys and myself. But it feels nice, and it’s nice to know people are actually reading this (and hopefully enjoying it) so stay tuned for more posts to come. I’m excited to share my experiences with you guys.