⌁waking wanderlust⌁

This place takes my breath away. I’m surrounded by beauty – the country, the people, the culture. I keep waiting for it to hit me that I’m living in Spain but it has been over a week and it just feels natural.  Like this is where I’m meant to be at this point in my life. I can’t think of anywhere in the world I would rather be.

When I look at my life so far, it seems to be separated into segments – my childhood, adolescence, and now self-discovery. The innocence of my childhood turned into the rebellious nature of adolescence.  Some might say I remain rebellious and maybe that’s true. I tend to reject social and Christian norms to follow a path that is my own (though still God’s, hopefully). Label it rebellion if you wish, but that is not my intention.

So why am I rambling on about life phases and paths? Because that is why I’m here in Valencia, Spain. I desperately needed to leave the monotony of college life in my small religious town. I refuse to just exist. I’m tired of wasting the days away worrying about family or research projects or friends’ drama.  “Life is a gift.” Ugh, how I hate clichés. Especially those that are true such as this one. “Live like you’re dying.” Heaven help me - I’m attempting to live my life like a country song.