After thirteen months abroad and 19 days at home, we’re less than four days away from boarding our flight to Italy for a few weeks of adventure before settling in Spain.
It’s been a whirlwind couple of weeks at home, trying to cram in as much time with all our friends and family as possible. Leaving them again will be the hard part of the next adventure.
We’ve indulged in all the foods we missed while away and I’m actually ready to leave that part behind. The food was amazing to come home to but I’ve been so stuffed full of big meals that I’ve been craving my old Thai bowl of vegetables or noodles.
While home I’ve even crammed in growing a handlebar mustache for a wedding and it might be my new look:
I think we both dread leaving our family but miss the road. We’re not looking forward to starting over and looking for work, but we’re excited for a new culture. I can’t wait to improve my Spanish.
We’re nervous about a lot of things including new jobs, new friends, new food, and a new climate.
I’m personally bummed that my 1 year old niece is growing up and changing by the day, if not the hour. By the time we get home she’ll be walking on her own and probably using a whole bunch of words.
This is part of the decision though. It’s not without sacrifices or hard parts. It’s not without nervous moments or bank accounts draining. But hey, I guess get busy living or get busy dying.