How life sometimes snuggles up to us and how other times it gives us the cold shoulder. It can be both a hot lover and a deceptive enemy to us. This year as of May has revealed that in more than one way.
After all is said and done, I will move to Barcelona, Spain this August. A place that has been deeply imbedded in my heart since I studied there 2 summers ago. It wasn't that it was particularly easy, but the mixture of manchego, tapas, markets, language, spirited and yet serious folk, made it seem a desirable location; a place I could inevitably get lost in. One can walk through the mosaic filled Park Guell or float on top of La Pedrera. One can feel their feet aching to stomp along with the flamenco dancers. The magic of the beach, the mountains, the old and the new, hillsides and cobblestone streets. For some reason, it just felt right. And I am hoping that the arrows are also pointing in a positive direction, with Gianpaolo at my side, and old friends providing new contacts and other friends preplanning visits.
And yet, tonight, I was also accepted to one of the best programs in the US for my Masters in Arts in International Education Development. And on one hand, I want it badly and the other hand, the possibility of it happening, means that it could happen again at any point.
And so it is, life and its curveballs every other second they are floating at one pace or another straight at you, like the slight magic of the Chavista, a spoon full of sugar on a cloudy day. And the opportunity to run my first marathon in a city I love surrounded by people I love..
Let things go and anything is possible...
After all is said and done, I will move to Barcelona, Spain this August. A place that has been deeply imbedded in my heart since I studied there 2 summers ago. It wasn't that it was particularly easy, but the mixture of manchego, tapas, markets, language, spirited and yet serious folk, made it seem a desirable location; a place I could inevitably get lost in. One can walk through the mosaic filled Park Guell or float on top of La Pedrera. One can feel their feet aching to stomp along with the flamenco dancers. The magic of the beach, the mountains, the old and the new, hillsides and cobblestone streets. For some reason, it just felt right. And I am hoping that the arrows are also pointing in a positive direction, with Gianpaolo at my side, and old friends providing new contacts and other friends preplanning visits.
And yet, tonight, I was also accepted to one of the best programs in the US for my Masters in Arts in International Education Development. And on one hand, I want it badly and the other hand, the possibility of it happening, means that it could happen again at any point.
And so it is, life and its curveballs every other second they are floating at one pace or another straight at you, like the slight magic of the Chavista, a spoon full of sugar on a cloudy day. And the opportunity to run my first marathon in a city I love surrounded by people I love..
Let things go and anything is possible...
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