Sólo tres semanas más...
I just realized this morning that it is now exactly three weeks until my departure for Spain! How did that happen so fast?! I have also started to realize that there is some nervousness mixed in with all of the excitement about the move. Nervousness about going back to being a student, starting a new career, living in a new place, and all of the little things that I want to plan and prepare for but can only wait for and (hopefully) welcome. (But I feel calm when I have planned things out because that means I will have "complete" control, right?! Hmm...adding to my to-do list for this week: journal about letting go of control.)
As the countdown to the move continues, here is an excerpt from another email to my family from my first Madrid trip, sent on January 30, 2018:
All this Spanish is so exciting! Last night, I was trying to figure out how to describe the way that speaking and learning Spanish feels to me, because I love it so much, and here are a few things that I think capture it best...
Every time I communicate successfully in Spanish, or understand what someone is saying, or learn something new...new words, new concepts...it's like the satisfaction of finding an elusive puzzle piece.
It's like the excitement of Christmas morning, in a rush in each moment of recognition or understanding.
It's like being let in on a secret world that everyone else must not know about, because if everyone knew how wonderful it was the entire world would be hungrily learning new languages every chance they got.
Still feeling this way over a year and a half later...
As the countdown to the move continues, here is an excerpt from another email to my family from my first Madrid trip, sent on January 30, 2018:
All this Spanish is so exciting! Last night, I was trying to figure out how to describe the way that speaking and learning Spanish feels to me, because I love it so much, and here are a few things that I think capture it best...Every time I communicate successfully in Spanish, or understand what someone is saying, or learn something new...new words, new concepts...it's like the satisfaction of finding an elusive puzzle piece.
It's like the excitement of Christmas morning, in a rush in each moment of recognition or understanding.
It's like being let in on a secret world that everyone else must not know about, because if everyone knew how wonderful it was the entire world would be hungrily learning new languages every chance they got.
Still feeling this way over a year and a half later...
