I Just Booked A One-Way Ticket To Leave The United States of America
As a kid, I never could have predicted this and how it came to be
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On January 2nd of 2025, my wife and I will board a flight to Barcelona, Spain, on un billete de ida (a one-way ticket).
We’ll stay there for a week or so, before taking a train to Valencia, where we plan to remain for the rest of our lives.
Part of me is like no big deal. I love this shit. It’s just the normal progression of the life I have carved out for myself.
Another part of me is like holy shit, we’re really doing this. What if I never learn the language and turn foreign soil into home?
It’s one thing to love a place and have an affinity for its culture. It’s entirely another to transition from the honeymoon stage to actually living life there — in the day-to-day, on the ground — as a full-fledged, albeit, non-native member of the community.
Moving to Spain is pretty much a lifelong dream for my wife. Before I came along, she had plans in place for how she would eventually make it happen.
