Relocation

"Stepping out of my comfort zone can only broaden my comfort zone therefore bringing a sense of comfort with everything new"

Over time I had been packing and preparing for the time when I would be ready to move to Spain. I mean I started packing and prepping before it was even time or me to leave Coventry. Fail to prepare and prepare to fail right. To be honest, amidst the rushing and prepping I really don't know when everything was confirmed and finalised. All I knew was that I had my bags packed and my ticket booked. I had fallen ill close to the time I was due to fly so needless to say the excitement had gone. Obviously I was determined to go - I mean I'm just not ready for third year and really need to build myself as a designer- and literally had to wait for the green light to be able to leave. And then it was go time. I was conveniently placed in a window seat, lucky me. All alone and en route to a new life I wasn't too sure how I felt. it was a relief to be in the clear and on my way but I couldn't help but feel a little down as I left my typical life behind. No need to be dramatic though it's a time to start afresh and really get my life in motion. I arrived only to realise I really did need to speak another language, no this wasn't a holiday, no no-one really speaks English, it's euros not pounds and yes this would be my life for the next 10 months or so. Nothing to fear right? But a reminder that I had made it this far and that not everyone would get such an experience made it somewhat worth it. I paid a hefty €65 for my cab home and after a 30 minute convo with my landlords niece, whilst stuck outside the gates of my new house, I was finally "home". I met who would be my new housemates three Portuguese guys; three lovely guys who made me dinner on my first night as a welcome treat. Safe to say they were pretty cool. All I could think was, this is it. This is me now. And in 27 degrees of heat I couldn't say I was mad at my new life.