I sincerely apologize for my lack of posts as of late. For the last month and a half or so I’ve been plagued by some pretty serious panic attacks. You know, the kind that makes you feel like you’ve ingested some kind of psychedelic substance and it’s going waaaaay wrong. This has kept me from … More Casting Away the Demons: Mental Health
4am shenanigans in Valencia.. For those of you who don’t know, my town is about a 40 minute train ride from the center of Valencia. This isn’t too bad, but it is a bit of a struggle when it comes to returning home because the last train is at 22:28. So basically that leaves me … More Room 608
-This isn’t really stuff I want people to know that I’m feeling. It’s much easier to pretend my life is easy and breezy. But I know there are other expats (and even people still living at home) who feel this way. And who the hell decided we can’t feel what we feel, or that we … More Signed, An Anxious Expat
“We will drink a lot, and eat very little.” This was said to me by the sister of my host mom at the beginning of a tapas pub crawl a few weekends ago. It was at that moment that I realized what I was getting myself into.. My host parents and a group of their … More As Spanish as it gets.
After returning home from a long and exhausting travel day from Morocco, and sleeping for what felt like a year (but was somehow still not long enough), I was happy to find that I still felt inspired from my adventure. There was something about my trip to Morocco that awoke this thirst for travel in … More My week in a romantic comedy
Oh man, I fell off the wagon. I was so determined to avoid being that person that starts a blog and then abandons it a month in. But low and behold, I just found my poor little blog shaking and alone by the dumpster outside. I’m terribly sorry for this. So what’s happened in the … More A seat by the window, please: Morocco
One month and 3 hours have passed since I first walked into my new house in Spain. Part of me can’t believe I’ve been here for that long, but then there’s another part of me that feels as though I’ve been here forever. Not a whole lot has happened this week, since my body decided … More I’ve been gone for a month, I’ve been drunk since I left. (Just kidding)
Tomorrow marks 3 weeks since I touched down in Spain, and what a crazy ride it’s been so far.. Literally- but I’ll get to that later. It’s weird because I’ve been here for a pretty good chunk of time, but it still doesn’t feel like I’m really here. I don’t think it has fully hit … More I punched fear in the face.
From this day forth, I curse all manual cars. Forever. They can burn in hell with whoever decided that pony and bologna should rhyme. This past Saturday I had my first driving lesson with my standard car. It actually went pretty well, which left me feeling confident. Well, I just got back (and I mean … More This manual car may have won the battle, but I shall win the war.
It’s pretty typical for me to make impulsive decisions after I’ve had a drink (or 8).. Buying spur of the moment concert tickets? Sure! Booking a tattoo for the following day? You bet. Living with strangers in a foreign country for 10 months? Hell, why not? The latter is what landed me in Puerto de … More Living in Spain for almost a year? This can’t be my life..