5 weeks, 5 days

So here i am...5 weeks and 5 days until i pack my bags to move to Spain for 9 months. September 19th is d-day. I have a one way ticket to Malaga, Spain. From there I'll take a bus to Alhaurin el Grande at the foot of the Mijas Mountains to teach English to 5 and 6 year olds. I've never taught before. In school I always told myself I didn't want to be a teacher. Here I am teaching English. It's funny how things work out.

Feelings: anxious, excited, jittery strangely calm

I have been trying to ease my anxiety by preparing. I've bought the necessary items, worked on paperwork, saved money, and the week after next I'll go pick up my visa, then wait. I've wanted to live in Spain for as long as i remember, but with time ticking by i feel an unbearable helpless need to slow it down. There's not enough time left! Too many people to see and things to do.

I've been preparing for months for this trip and I'm finally on the countdown. People ask me daily: "When are you leaving?" "Are you ready yet?" The truth is, I won't be ready. I won't be ready until I get there...until I have no choice. The hard thing is that everything is so uncertain. Where will I live? What does my school look like? the weather? the town? nothing. I am one that likes to be overprepared for everything, so this uncertainty is killing me. I'm just taking it one step at a time. It will be here before I know it.