Alright. I’ve spent too much time sitting in front of a blank screen trying to write the first sentence to this entry. I’ve grown so accustomed to writing structured essays that I’ve forgotten how to free write. I really should’ve taken a creative writing course.
I suppose this will be a rather long entry since at this point there are a lot of things to address. First, I will explain why I’ve decided to document this journey to Spain. Second, I will describe the status and details of this trip. Finally, I will express some of my concerns on leaving home.
The purpose of this “travel journal” is to help me remember this trip with as much detail as possible. Everything will be recorded – people, places, food, wildlife – no memory left behind. This is mainly due to the fact that I generally have a hard time recalling simple moments in my life. Don’t get the wrong impression. I’m no Leonard Shelby.
As of right now, I’m currently collecting the paperwork necessary to claim my Spanish student visa. I have two more weeks until my visa appointment with the Spanish consulate on July 30th. Oh! Let me explain this trip. I’ll be moving to Spain with Amissa, my girlfriend, for 8 months as a Language Assistant. I’ve been assigned to what I think is an elementary school in the city of Jumilla within the region of Murcia. I plan on leaving mid-September. My return date would be sometime in June 2013.
Leaving home means leaving the people, animals, and comfort I love behind. This isn’t easy for me to do since breaking out of my comfort zone means breaking into a realm of nausea – eh, which is probably entirely psychosomatic. I can already imagine my first two weeks in Spain – stressed, nauseous, and having the time of my life. Amissa says I doom myself but this pessimism is just mental preparation for a likely situation. I’m really not that worried about getting sick. I have a feeling that this trip will help me overcome my weak stomach.
My family makes me feel needed but I am sure they will be just fine without me. I hate to leave my dad but somehow I feel this will better the relationship we have. I will miss my sisters but won’t worry too much because they are great mothers. Unfortunately, I will miss the first birthdays of my two new nephews, Roman and Dayjon. I’m sure they’ll understand when they’re older… if they find out. Jordan, Zamaya, Zictor, and Zahn, I’ll miss terribly. Zictor and Zahn are too young too miss me but I’m sure they’ll still remember me when I return. Jordan and Zamaya on the other hand still cry over my mother’s passing five years ago. I hope my leave does not impact them in a negative way. As for my extended family and close friends. I will miss them too.
Leaving my animals is the second hardest thing to do. Amissa and I give Pelusa, Giuseppe, and Hershel so much attention. It’s hard to imagine them without us. Pelusa is in good hands. She will be moving with my sister Grace who I trust will care for her daily. She’s got to be 13 by now and is epileptic. I hope the changes wont upset her. I hope she is still alive when I come back. If she dies or is put down, I really hope my family tells me the day it happens. I would hate to return home to bad news.
At this point, Giuseppe and Hershel will stay at home with my dad. Giuseppe will move into the main house and hopefully be as spoiled as he is with us. I know he will miss us. I hope he won’t suffer too much. More importantly, I hope he will remember us after an 8 month absence. The same goes for Hershel except he will be living outside. He will always have food, water, and Giuseppe. My biggest fear is him wandering too far or getting hit by a car. I’ve lost a cat like that before. To lose Hershel would be devastating. He is one special cat.
Tiffany the tarantula will be cared for by my friends, Melanie and Nate. I trust them to care for her. In case of her death, I will provide her guardians with a jar of alcohol so she can be preserved. My terrarium, I hope, will be watered by my dad. I’m currently unintentionally rearing Vagrant Grasshoppers in there and hope they will mature while I’m gone. I’m not too sure what I will do with Suzan, my hissing cockroach.
I was going to write about how much I’ll miss my room, technologies, food – but that’s all jejune compared to the concerns above.
Fortunately, I will have Amissa and Spain will be what we make it.
I can’t imagine writing anything else for now. I’ll be back to update sooner to my departure date.