I am trying to wait patiently for my departure date. I am becoming more excited and less nervous, because all the hard stuff and long waiting is over is over.There are 3 weeks más o menos and i'm excited. I've been working on this for 8 months.
1. Application and very, VERY long wait to hear about whether I was accepted and what province i would be in.
2. Another wait, although not as long, but still long, to hear the town I would live.
3. Lots of Confusing paper work and 2 trips to Chicago to drop off and pick up my brand spankin' new visa.
4. Plane ticket. So many different schedules, so many different sites.
5. Money in the bank and bills paid off. 30-40 hours a week doing something i've been doing for 5 years and am tired of. blah. bored.
6. Backpack. I found the perfect one!
7. A place to live. not....really.
Here's my plan. I'm taking a plane from KC to Dallas to Madrid to Malaga. whew. staying in a hostel until I can find an apartment. I don't even know what town i want to live in. I need to scout it out. I haven't found a ton of information on the town i'm living in so i'm just going to have it figure it out for myself. I'll stay in a larger city and figure out the transportation system and what town i'll live in. I'm going to see if i can meet some fellow travelers in the hostel that may want to visit a random town that day. They could give me perspective and go to look at apartments (if they were cool and we became friends). They may also know other people...enchufe. Then i will have a home before school starts and maybe a friend or two. And maybe i'll have some free time for the beach.
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