Season 1 | One-Way Ticket to Barcelona

I really thought I’d become a legit blogger when I moved to Barcelona. You know, finally, I’d have all this fun content to share! One post. I wrote one 760-word-long post in 6 months. And even that was a late one about pre-departure feels. So that’s the first lesson about moving abroad — you can’t run away from yourself and your bad habits, that is, massive procrastination in my case. But… here I am to let you into my emotional world of the first few months — Season 1 — of living the dream. The arrival day. On the taxi ride from the airport, Frank Sinatra’s “Nothing but the Best” is playing in my earphones as the driver unknowingly completes the tune with his whistling. It’s raining, but I find it rather funny than depressing. I look outside the window with the main character’s glare and wonder about all this could be — all the possibilities that await right there as soon as I’ll exit the car. <a href="https://medium.com/@elizabetebetee/season-1-one-way-ticket-to-barcelona-cd2384b3b31b">Read More</a>