Since moving from Australia to Spain three years ago, life has been … a fucking wild ride.
Learning a new language and culture. Setting up my own freelance writing business. Navigating Spain’s suffocating bureaucracy to secure visas and business permits and the million and one papers needed for even the smallest things. Making new friends (because I knew exactly zero people here when I moved). Recovering from a back injury that left me unable to walk for a month.
Finding my feet in a place where everything felt foreign and strange and new and often really, really scary.
It’s been a journey within, too. I’ve been challenged in so many ways, emotionally, mentally and spiritually. Asked so many times to leave behind old ways of thinking and step into something entirely new. Sometimes I’ve nailed it. Sometimes I’ve epically failed.
I feel like I’m a different person now. More honestly me. More emotional. More sensitive. More raw.
And I’m not sure where this new me fits into the world. Continue Reading →