Approaching a year of living in Madrid has provided me with a lot of material to reflect upon about me, Spain, and my expectations versus reality.
At this stage, I can’t fully remember how I had pictured my life here in Madrid before, but I’m pretty sure it wasn’t like this.
I didn’t expect to still feel so foreign, so disconnected to the culture and the people, so alien.
But I also didn’t expect to be feeling so content, with my future, with my life, with my writing.
I still have minor melt-downs every so often, and I maintain the status of my on-going quarter-life crisis, but I’ve learned to control that anxiety and understand myself, and also, to give myself a break.
I surely didn’t expect to change my approach to life; I now exercise regularly and I actually enjoy it. I do yoga. I meditate. I eat well and healthily. I write regularly. I study. I read. I don’t spend hours watching television. I don’t drink at every opportunity.
These are things I never would have predicted. Small, but for me, vital.
This week I’m in Edinburgh for the Fringe Festival, the first time in five years I won’t be working at it. It feels strange, and I feel different, but most importantly, I feel good.
So, to return to the aforementioned Fringe, I’m going to put a pin in this self-reflection for now, and direct you to an article I wrote on the Dos and Don’ts of Moving to a New City.
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