Planning a Move
When 2019 kicked off I created some goals, none of those involved travel. However, I do have an interest in travelling and seeing a bit more of the world. Since my trip to Javea, Spain last June I have kept the location on my weather app. As the weather got colder at home, I compared it to Spain and got a little jelly (as my sister would say). On the last day of work before the Christmas break, we went to the pub for goodbye drinks. I randomly asked, could I move to Spain for a bit and work from there? Our operations manager said I don’t see why not, it would be a good experience. I was shocked, I didn’t think he would be on board. As I hadn’t really thought it through I decided to think about it over Christmas.
So not completely spontaneous but within a week I had decided I was going to go. I started looking at the costs and telling my family and friends. I just needed the all-clear from the MD, and I would be off. On boxing day my parents and I went to Brighton for the day shopping. I brought a new suitcase big enough, I hoped, for 3 months worth of stuff. On my first day back at work I asked the big boss if I could move to Spain temporarily. He said yes, so I booked a one-way flight for the 19th January and started planning.
3 months away with no commuting, more time to myself and space to think. So I started planning how I was going to fill that time. I want to see a bit of Spain whilst here and I have two weeks holiday booked from Good Friday. So my plan is from the 19th Jan – 19th April (ish) I will be staying in Javea, working from the house where I rent a room. On the odd day I will go and work with Andy & Deborah my colleagues. In my free time I will try to:
- Complete as many Google Exams as I can
- Finish a UX course I started at work
- Find any social media courses that are available cheap or free and sign up to them
- Take the Career Clarity Challenge by The Ambition Plan
- Read some books that will help me focus my mind on a career
- Get back into running
- Go to Valencia
- Go to Madrid
- Plan, write and create and schedule posts for my blog and social media
- Try and remember some of my GCSE Spanish
- Maintain a healthy diet
Then I am hoping my parents will come and join me, so they can see where I have been living. From Javea, we will then head North and see Barcelona. It has been a destination on mums and my list for a while. We hope to go for about a week and see all the sites. Together we will head home with a little time to spare before I have to go back to work in the office.
Packing for 3 Months
Packing wasn’t too hard as I don’t really have a lot of clothes. I struggled with knowing how much stuff for the various seasons to take. Although I was going in the coldest months of the year, it can get warm in April, as we discovered in Salzburg. I ended up packing my nicest clothes, a few from every season, and some layers. I didn’t pack much in the way of toiletries, everything else was gadget based.
I have never travelled on my own before. When I was younger I was prone to terrible ear pain when flying. I would be sat in tears as the plane would take off. Although I used to be quite a worrier, having been on several flights in the last couple of years I am becoming more laid back about it. Turbulence still scares the crap out of me, but I am less worried about missing flights and getting it wrong at the airport.
Am I broken?
Anyway as the date of my departure loomed I didn’t feel anything. No nerves, but also no excitement. I was looking forward to it as a thing that was going to happen and all the things I planned to get done, but I had no real buzz. I thought it might be because it all happened so quick or that it didn’t feel real. But I am writing this sat on my bed in Spain, its real and it still doesn’t feel different. The journey out here was fine, no nerves getting the plane on my own, no problems at the airports. I got to the house everything was fine. I went to the supermarket and didn’t know what some stuff was, I handled it. It’s just been easy so far. Maybe it’s because of it something I just should be doing. It could be that I’m officially adulting and nothing phases me any more. Is that a thing? Do you get to a certain age and just not care as much about stuff?