If you know me at all, you know that I’m quite restless – I don’t really like sitting still. A small example of this inability to remain in one place is if you take the past 2 years of my life. Since May 2008, I have lived in 6 different apartments, in 6 different cities, in 3 different states and 3 different countries. I would rather saw my own arm off than sign a lease and when you ask me what I’m planning on doing with my life in 6 months it will usually sound something like “anything but what I’m doing right now.” I used to say that my theme song was Dierks Bently’s “Still got a lot of leaving left to do.”
Until now.
Spain has achieved the impossible. It has managed to tame down this broken vagabond. Spain has reeled me in and though I’m still trying to twist away from it’s grasp, I’m not sure that I can. Yes, that’s right little readers, I am considering making the leap from backpacker to ex-pat – a change many of us go through, but I never thought it would happen this soon.
So how did I get here; how did I let this place take control of the wheel? Well, that’s not so easily explained, as I’m not really sure myself. But rather than try to speculate, I’m going to slowly walk you through this love story from day one. Maybe we can both figure it out together then.