It’s weird. Here I am, ten kilometers high somewhere over France, looking out of the small airplane window and it still hasn’t settled.. I’m moving to Barcelona. The setting sun paints the sky in many colours and I still can’t believe I’m on my way.
As in, right now is the actual moment I have left my first home country and I’m making my way to Spain to make it my next.The moment the wheels of the plane touch down on the black tarmac I will be home. It might not feel that way, but that is what it is. Bye bye bitterballen, bye bye Linda de Mol and bye bye cloudy skies. Hola eternal sunshine, Penelope Cruz and tortilla de patatas. As great as the prospect is, it still hasn’t completely settled..
The long walk..
At last: cashing in my 1-way-ticket to Barcelona!
Bye bye rainy Holland
“Are you ready?”
The past couple of weeks I’ve had the same conversation many times with many lovely people. “Are you ready for the big adventure?”, they asked. I wasn’t sure. Did they mean getting ready in the sense of packing your bags and cancelling your subscriptions and everything? Then no, I was very far from ready. Or maybe they meant it as ready to leave this country behind..? How do you get ready for leaving your beautiful friends and amazing family behind? Can you? I’m not sure. Or maybe getting ready to go is having found a job already, or having learned the language, or having found a nice apartment. I’m not sure. Can you ever be completely ready for such an adventure?
Marta, the air waitress (Air hostess? Stewardess?) asks me if I would like a beer. I’m a little nervous about the whole trip. Not in a bad way, not at all. It’s a good kind of nervousness, exciting is the right word maybe. I politely refuse Marta’s offer of a drink. One of the new life resolutions I promised myself: no more alcohol. Let’s see how that goes. My mind wonders off again and I keep thinking about the conversations I had with my friends and family about preparing myself for Barcelona.
Amazing views from my window seat at the emergency exit row (Thanks Vueling!)
More eye candy.
Apprehensive mid-France airplane selfie
Can you be ready anyway?
Somehow I do feel like I am ready. No, I don’t have a job yet, or even an apartment for that matter. And while I do speak some Spanish, I anything but fully master the language. Being ready then maybe doesn’t lie in job assurances, housing solutions, or even in lingual confidence. Getting ready is all in the mind. I was ready the moment my lady and I decided to leave Holland behind and head to Spain to give it a try. I was ready before my overweight suitcase was even close to being packed. I’ve been ready this whole time without even realising it.
It’s about diving into the unknown and knowing that things might get ugly. It won’t be easy, hell: it might even be very difficult at times, but truly being ready is accepting all of the unknown obstacles on the road ahead and trusting the process and most of all yourself to make for a great outcome.
The sun has completely gone down now and the coloured sky has made space for cloudy darkness with some little lights at the horizon. The ding-dong sound tells me to put my seatbelt back on, signalling the captain’s ready for the descent. I put my laptop away and with a big smile on my face I think: bring it on.
I’m as ready as I’ll ever be.
It’s official.. I’m home!
What a welcoming committee!
This is where I am right now (my mom said this would be a good idea):
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