Entry 01

I have been wracking my brain trying to figure out how I want to capture the next two years of my life. Spectacular changes are afoot, and letting them slip by without notice seems wrong.

Don’t get it twisted,

I am no prolific writer. The idea of sharing these simple musings with others is intimidating. However, there's something intriguing about using this platform to document the goings-on. I figure most of the time, I will talk to myself, and if she can endure my horrendous grammar, the lovely Sandy, but maybe sometimes I will reach a greater audience.

Ironically, as I sit down to write this, nothing substantial has occurred as of yet. The farewell process has been drawn out, stretching over weeks. Initially, my departure was slated for mid-July, then shifted to August first, followed by August seventh, and now, in a mere three days, I'll be at the United counter, checking in my bags. The great idea was to spend at least half of my summer in Europe, but reality had other plans. Covid has significantly slowed down the government. I had delays in receiving my passport, getting documents apostilled (which was a term I didn’t know eight months ago—now I could practically teach a masterclass on its intricacies), and finally getting my visa approved.

But now, it’s all done.

Now, I leave my most favorite home and trade it for a large cityscape and mounds of paella. I run towards things unknown. I’m not going to lie. It’s frightening. Yet, I'm reminded that this decision bears a resemblance, albeit a mere 5,500-mile difference, to the one that led me to Boise. Barcelona has had the echos of home since all the way back in 2019 when I first laid eyes on it; how bananas to think that it will transform into my very own haven in a matter of days.

I hope you'll join me, whether it's virtually or perhaps I can persuade you to come see me in person.

Adventure appears abundant.