After much deliberation, I decided that while London is bubbling with energy and the French have the most delicious buttery croissants I’ve ever tasted, Barcelona was my true calling.Ī California water-loving girl at heart, I can never be far from warm sunshine or the familiar stretch of sandy beaches.
Skimming potential programs I narrowed my choices to three well-known major metropolitan cities: London, Paris, and Barcelona. I quit my rainbow-walled job and applied to graduate schools abroad. Halfway through the best year of my life to date I decided to make a monumental move. I was comfortable, I was happy, but most of all I was where everyone wants to be-safe. My adoring family was a short one-hour Southwest flight away, so I could always access TLC from mom and dad. Within our friendly beach-side neighborhood were my favorite Thai restaurant, faithful yoga studio, and the best omelet breakfast spot within a five miles radius of each other. Together we’d paint Los Angeles red, fly to Chicago on a “girls’ trip” whim, and celebrate each other’s birthdays in Las Vegas. I had a circle of close-knit, happy-hour-loving girlfriends who brought overflowing amounts of joy and adventure to my life. I had a great job, a flexible boss, and rainbow-colored work walls, to boot. One year ago I made what some people would consider an irrational decision.
In order to feel passionately about something, fear and love must coexist. The funny thing, however, is that they are intertwining forces. There are two basic human emotions that are the driving force behind each thought, each daily inspiration, and that rare but pivotal new-chapter, life-changing decision. The saddest summary of life contains three descriptions: could have, might have, and should have.” ~Unknown “Don’t fear failure so much that you refuse to try new things.
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