Postcard from Barcelona

<p>&ldquo;How are you feeling?&rdquo; &ldquo;Counting down, right?&rdquo; &ldquo;You&rsquo;ll enjoy ooo&rdquo; &ldquo;Lucky you!&rdquo; &ldquo;Barcelona is very beautiful; you will enjoy your stay&rdquo;</p> <p>These were some of the reactions I got in the weeks and days leading up to my departure from the only country I&rsquo;ve truly known (I think). This isn&rsquo;t my first time out of Nigeria, but it&rsquo;s my first time out of the African continent. Truthfully, all I felt was indifference. As the days grew closer, the feeling of indifference grew bigger.</p> <p>I was excited about the prospects of traveling to Barcelona and exploring Europe, but I wasn&rsquo;t quite ready to leave my family. My heart ached at this thought so often that it clouded any excitement I wanted to feel. There were days that the thought of it brought tears to my eyes.</p> <p><a href="https://medium.com/@Dearkofoworola/postcard-from-barcelona-ed78fb093133"><strong>Visit Now</strong></a></p>