There’s a wildness to living abroad if you can embrace it. While in Europe a few years ago, I lived in some curious places (yoga studio in Greece—check,) travelled in some crazy ways (sleeping on a train station floor in southern Italy—check) and found myself in some perfectly stereotypical situations (being shown around Spain by a local I had just met—check.)
After almost five (yes, five) months here, I’m more amped than ever to continue living differently from that standard expat. Some wallow in their discomfort. I embrace mine. Give it a pat on the back and a nice “f*ck you.” I will not forget the brilliance of being here just because I really, REALLY want a burger and a good beer (the beer here is terrible.) I have been, and will continue to be, living with the intention to actually live each day that I am here.
And that’s how I have been living (which is why my blog updates are so sporadic/unreliable.) Last weekend, I was in a new city. This weekend, I’ll be in a different city. I will be taking a vacation to the Philippines in two weeks. Before that, I will travel to a few more close by cities.
I’m so grateful for my time here. I’m living in it the best I can.