How Spain Made Me Embrace My Multipassionate Self
I’m nearing the end of my 21-day trip to the beautiful country of Spain.
It’s been two years since I dreamed of living in this country. But because my husband and I couldn’t just pack up and leave Toronto, we decided to do a short visit instead. I had a high expectation of what Spain needed to be like, so I avoided vacationing here.
I was scared that my dream would be crushed and that I’d have to give up my dreams of living abroad in a European country one day.
In the first few days after landing in Barcelona, I didn’t have a very good feeling about the city. My first thought was, “why is the city so dirty?” Where I live close to Toronto, things are almost always clean and organized.
So seeing Barcelona and not having a good feeling about it made me feel nervous.
I’m supposed to like this country since I’ve dreamed of living here.
But after 2 weeks of getting to know different cities both in Spain and Portugal — Barcelona, Porto, Lisbon, Seville, and Granada — I’ve realized that Spain has made me embrace my multipassionate self.
The search for a new home as a multipassionate
Whenever I close my eyes and envision my future, I imagine myself living in a house with amazing views outside.
I imagine writing in small coffee shops, going to Yoga classes, visiting the park, and observing people. In my vision, I’m awed by the rich culture, surroundings, and history of the place I live in. And then I come home to my husband, where we meet and talk about the exciting things that have happened.
But for some reason, I can’t achieve that where I live. There are no coffee shops around me to do my writing, yoga classes are unaffordable. So I do what I can by writing at home or at Starbucks (although it doesn’t have the same magic as writing in a local coffee shop), and I do yoga at home.
When I go outside, there’s nothing interesting to do or see. It’s a boring city. Don’t get me wrong. It has everything I need and more. But we weren’t put on this planet to only have…