The silver lining: I finally found time to work on my visa paperwork and my moving-to-Spain to-do list. (Naturally, that also included a Gael García Bernal movie marathon. Because, why not?) It's finally starting to feel real that I'm moving away. My unsuccessful research on potential apartments and fruitless attempts to figure out Madrid's public transportation system solidified both my fear and excitement for my upcoming adventure.
A part of me is still in disbelief that I am about to call Madrid my new home this September. Not to mention, I'll be gone for almost an entire year. When I lived in Cádiz for 5 months, I thought I was going to literally keel over and die of homesickness. Granted, I was at a completely different place in my life (for reasons described here), and it was my first time actually being "away from home". (Because let's face it, going to college and living 25 minutes away from where I grew up isn't exactly "moving away".)
I'm so nervous. Terrified, really. Yet, I am also filled with profound euphoria and excitement. Plus, I've already lived in Spain and vaguely know what to expect, I've been to Madrid before and I know that I love it there, and generally speaking, I'm at a point in life where I feel ready to pack my bags and move away.
I've been compulsively looking through all of my pictures from my first time to Madrid - trying to envision myself living there. And my word, what a beautiful city. Here are some of my favorite shots of my future home!
Plaza de Oriente
Plaza de La Villa & the statue of Don Alvaro de Bazán
El Oso y El Madroño (the symbol of Madrid) and Banesto
Mercado de San Miguel