(sorry it took me so long to post again... a lot has happened, stay tuned to find out about the drunk driver, my scotter and I)
Well my sweet little friends over at my Restaurant job decided to through me a goodbye party.
It was surreal and I still don’t even believe that I will be leaving in 11 days. That is less then 2 weeks. Wow. (It gave me quite a tug in my stomach just thinking it.) Believe it or not, I am nervous. But I truly have not been this happy in a long time. I am finally focusing on just me. Yes of course I still have my goals that I am trying to achieve, but it is a total balance! -…no side is overly loaded.
Well it is quite fascinating seeing different views on my planned ADVENTURE. I mean, some people said the wish that they could just up and go and leave. They say, wouldn’t it be fun to be young again and to leave too. It seems like that my plans are inspiring people to live life and do something crazy. Then there are the other kinds that are quite frightened. They ask me were I get my courage from to move to a different country. Well first of all: US is not my home country. This country is still very unknown to me. I am too scared to move to a different city in the U.S.(I mean you hear about crazy gangs and stories, being a woman on my own is quite scary. You got to watch were you leave, its more expensive then, you have to live on the top floor ect…. But I think Barcelona will give me a nice preparation for my future. Especially since Barcelona is know to be the “New York” of Europe and is a huge city) . One other factor is that I currently live in a very safe environment like St. George. I consider my house a bit in the “ghetto”. Which in Utah terms just means: no one speaks English in my Apartment complex. But I feel safe. People are friendly. Anyways back to my theme. So moving to Spain I will actually have a lot of more safety cushions . My mum lives just a 30 Euro Flight away. So I am strong and encouraged. I am excited. Unfortunately its hard to see that some people in my “other” side of the Family are not so happy about my decision. They were talking about crazy, crazy things. Like rapist and of course with my great history of “horrible” family connections and drama in the past (which even goes quite further then my own life) there is some more blames and pointed finger onto me. I finally realized that it isn’t about them. It’s about me. I want to experience life like this. So I got to do what I got to do. Leave these blames behind and be excited.
Well it is tough saying goodbye. It really is, But the toughest is yet to come: My love.. My boyfriend. But that is another story… Stay tuned.
Well my sweet little friends over at my Restaurant job decided to through me a goodbye party.
It was surreal and I still don’t even believe that I will be leaving in 11 days. That is less then 2 weeks. Wow. (It gave me quite a tug in my stomach just thinking it.) Believe it or not, I am nervous. But I truly have not been this happy in a long time. I am finally focusing on just me. Yes of course I still have my goals that I am trying to achieve, but it is a total balance! -…no side is overly loaded.
Well it is quite fascinating seeing different views on my planned ADVENTURE. I mean, some people said the wish that they could just up and go and leave. They say, wouldn’t it be fun to be young again and to leave too. It seems like that my plans are inspiring people to live life and do something crazy. Then there are the other kinds that are quite frightened. They ask me were I get my courage from to move to a different country. Well first of all: US is not my home country. This country is still very unknown to me. I am too scared to move to a different city in the U.S.(I mean you hear about crazy gangs and stories, being a woman on my own is quite scary. You got to watch were you leave, its more expensive then, you have to live on the top floor ect…. But I think Barcelona will give me a nice preparation for my future. Especially since Barcelona is know to be the “New York” of Europe and is a huge city) . One other factor is that I currently live in a very safe environment like St. George. I consider my house a bit in the “ghetto”. Which in Utah terms just means: no one speaks English in my Apartment complex. But I feel safe. People are friendly. Anyways back to my theme. So moving to Spain I will actually have a lot of more safety cushions . My mum lives just a 30 Euro Flight away. So I am strong and encouraged. I am excited. Unfortunately its hard to see that some people in my “other” side of the Family are not so happy about my decision. They were talking about crazy, crazy things. Like rapist and of course with my great history of “horrible” family connections and drama in the past (which even goes quite further then my own life) there is some more blames and pointed finger onto me. I finally realized that it isn’t about them. It’s about me. I want to experience life like this. So I got to do what I got to do. Leave these blames behind and be excited.
Well it is tough saying goodbye. It really is, But the toughest is yet to come: My love.. My boyfriend. But that is another story… Stay tuned.
I definitely understand that feeling of wanting to make your own way, despite concerns and warnings from others. but sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do. I'm proud of you dear for getting out there!
ReplyDeleteI am happy to say that you are my very first commenter ;)
ReplyDeleteI am glad others feel the same way! thanks