Why I’m Moving to Spain!
It’s official. I just booked my flight today and will be leaving October 12th for sunny Andalusia in Spain to live, work, and learn Spanish! This is absolutely a dream come true and I am so thankful for the opportunity, even though a significant part of me is wanting to crouch into the fetal position and hide when I remember just how horrible my Spanish is.
So it could be worse…but I’m nowhere near fluency and my Spanish vocabulary extends to a whole of about 15 words, with such essentials as: “Hola” “Buenos días” “¿Donde está el baño?” ¿Cómo se llama? and the lyrics of La Cucaracha song. Okay, I could be exaggerating just a little bit, but that doesn’t lessen my anxiety by any means.
But it’s too late to back out now. And I wouldn’t regardless. Everyone keeps asking “Why Christine? Why this? Why Spain? Why now?”
Well…I’m doing this for several reasons including but not limited to:
- Learning Spanish=lifelong goal. More on this later, because my love/hate relationship with the Spanish language needs its own post.
- Exposing myself to a new culture and exploring my Spanish roots (there are some way, waay back there.)
- My refusal to let fear of something (in this case leaving all that is familiar to me to move to a foreign country) prevent me from doing it. My father moved to the States not knowing English, my mother moved to Mexico not knowing Spanish; they’re a huge part of my inspiration to do this.
- Giving a big middle finger to the corporate world/job market until further notice
- My slight obsession with Europe and travel hasn’t ceased since living in Greece
- Throw in a bit of soul-searching and desire to broaden my mind and life experiences…and there you have it.
…but really? It’s Spain. I’m just a 22 year-old recent college grad. No spouse, no mortgage, no kids, no ties. Why wouldn’t I do this?!